«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, /...»
«A girl sang in the cathedral choir / Of all the ships that had gone to sea, / Of all the travellers lost and tired, / Of all who’d forgotten what joys may be. And on her white shoulder a sunbeam glistened, / As up her voice soared to the dome’s far height, / And in the darkness all wa...»
«A girl was singing in church's choir / Of all the weary in foreign soil, / Of all the ships that sailed the waters, / Of all, who have forgotten their joy. So sang her voice, to cupola, reaching, / And on white shoulder a dazzling ray, / And in the dark each one harking and watching / H...»
«Millionen seid Ihr. Uns – Unmenge gibt‘s / Versucht nun mal, mit uns zu kaempfen! / Wir sind die Skythen, Asiaten – Wir, / Wir sind schlitzaeugig und gefraessig! Fuer Euch – endlos, fuer uns – ein Augenblick! / Wir waren, wie die braven Knechte, / Und hielten zwischen Rassen u...»