«Alive and well! / Louder than thunder — / Like an ax — / Joy! ... Stunned, / Awed. / What instead — / Cry? ... So, he is alive? / My eyelids closed, / Breathing, I call — / Do you hear? ... Dead - and risen?! / Just enough for a sigh, / A stone from the sky, / A...»
«I have not grown prettier in the years of separation! / Will you not be angry at my rough hands, / They worked with bread and salt? / — Callused from common labor! Oh, no prettying up for the meeting / Love. — Do not be shocked by my common / Speech — no advisor, neglected: / It...»
«Ach, to crash in a sheer fall — / Down — into dust on the asphalt! / The short length of earthly love / Bathed in tears- for how long? Balcony. With their salty downpour / Come malicious kisses. / And inescapable hatred / A sigh: To expire in verses! Squeezed into a ball in one's ...»
«The rain soothes the pain. / By the showers' noise on the shutters / I sleep. Tremulous clatter on the asphalt of / Hooves — like applause. Welcome — and I merge / In abandon with this golden / Most magical of orphanhoods / Take pity, you barracks!»