«Sweetly I faint / from the still air and dreams, / From long pervasive tedium / and halting song; / I like the cockerels / embroidered on whit...»
«By our black bread, our faithful wife, / With a pallid impotence we are infected... The years were tried with hoof and stone, / With deathless wormwood the waters saturated. / And bitter wormwood taints our lips... / The knife’s not for us to handle, / The pen not ours by inclination, /...»
«Terug in de stad mij tot tranen bekend, / In het merg, in het bloed tot het laatste bekend. / Je bent weer terug, dus je vreet je meteen / Door de levertraanmist van de avonden heen. / Zorg dat je de dag van december herkent, / Boosaardige teer is met eigeel gemengd. / Petersburg! En mij...»
«A graveyard chapel and a crypt, / With wreaths and icons, windows glazed, / And from a frame wound round with crape — / The large clear eyes peer out amazed. The votive candles walls illume, / Through dust on glass the chapel glows. / “In crypt I lie, midsummer, noon?” / A soft...»