«Let us praise, brothers, freedom’s twilight, / The great diminishing year! / A heavy forest of nets is lowered / Into the turbulent waters of night. You are ascending in desolate years, / Oh sun, judge, people. / Let us praise the fateful burden / Which, in tears, the people’s leade...»
«Far away, behind the mountain ranges, / There lived an artist, Paul Klee / He would sit alone and cover pages / With his colored crayons day by day. He drew Africa with points and squares, / Children in a noisy platform crowd, / Funny imps in their funky wear, / Flying beasts among the ...»
«How many has this chasm already swallowed / Both young and old / The day will come when I will have to follow! / All those who left this world. And all in me that struggled. sang and dared. / My voice that laughed and cried / Will disappear. like my golden hair / And hazel eyes. Yet li...»
«You look like me — looking down; / Your eyes on the graveyard lane. / I, too, kept my eyes on the ground; / Please stop and read my name! Pick poppies and verbena: / They grow here wild with sage — / And read my name, Marina, / Along with two numbers — my age. Don't think that I ...»