Doch dieser Schwelle Zauber zu zerspalten
Bedarf ich eines Rattenzahns.
Noch eiaen Biss, so ist’s geschehn!
[But to break through the magic of this threshold
I need a rat's tooth. (He conjures up a rat.)
Another bite, and it is done!]
Er sieht in der geschwollen Ratte
Sein ganz naturlich Ebenbild.
[For in the bloated rat he sees
A living likness of himself]
- Respectively – Goethe, Faust, Part I; Faust, Part I., Scene in Auerbach’s Cellar -
What’s my love’s name? Guess her name.
Nina? No.
Alina? No.
It does end with “ina” though.
Guess again. Christina? No;
Guess again. Wilhelmina? No.
She reciprocates my flame,
Cheers me wheresoe’er I go,
Never forward, never coy,
She is evermore my joy.
Oh, the rapture! Oh, the bliss!
When I met my darling kiss.
Oh, I love her form to greet!
Oh, her breath is passing sweet!
Who could help but love her so?
Nicotina, mistress mine,
Thou shalt be my Valentine.
Anon.
Categories: poetry
To my sweet cigarette I am singing
This joyous and bright bacca-role;
Just now to my lips she was clinging,
Her spirit was soothing my soul.
With figure so slender and dapper
I feel the soft touch of it yet,
Adorned in her dainty white wrapper,
How fair is my own cigarette!
‘T were better, perhaps, that we part, love;
‘T were better, if never we’d met.
Alas, you are part of my heart, love,
Destructive but sweet cigarette!
Though matches, by matches she’s fired,
And glows both with pleasure and pride;
By her soft, balmy breath I’m inspired,
And kiss and caress my new bride.
E’en the clouds of her nature are joyous,
Though other clouds cause us regret;
From worry and care they decoy us,
The clouds of a sweet cigarette.
‘T were better, etc.
The houris in paradise living
Dissolve in the first love embrace,
Their life to their love freely giving, -
And so with my love ‘t is the case;
For when her life’s last spark is flying,
Still sweet to the end is my pet,
Who helps me, although she is dying,
To light up a fresh cigarette!
‘T were better, etc.
Words and music by Richard Barnard
Categories: poetry
