«Our street is covered in snow; over the / Snow runs the lilac dusk. Passing by, it / Merely glanced in the window and I knew I / Had loved it for a long time. I implored / The lilac dusk: “Visit me a while, stay / With me in my nook, do not dispel my / Old, old grief, share your own wi...»
«Without trace day has sunk. Turning yellow, the / Moon’s hazy disk, still shadowless, looks on the / Balcony, and in the despair of windows flung / Open are drearily white walls, already unseeing. This moment night begins. The clouds are so black. / I pity the evening’s last instant: al...»
«Does it not seem to you at times, when / Twilight walks through the house, that / Right here alongside us is another element. / In which we live quite differently? So softly there has shadow merged with / Shadow, and there such moments can occur, / That it is as though we penetrated / E...»
«The joyful day blazes... Amid the languid grass, / Everywhere are poppies in patches-like eager / Impotence, like lips filled with temptation / and Poison, like outspread wings of scarlet butterflies. The joyful day blazes... But the garden is both empty / And overgrown. It has long since f...»