«Everyone has his special magic words, / And on the surface they mean nothing, / But when they are recalled, they flash and slip right by / And yet our heart begins to laugh and cry. I don't like to repeat them, for I guard / Them from myself, forgetting them on purpose. / But I will meet ...»
«A strange alarm weighs on my heart, / Delirium of premonitions. / I look ahead and the road is dark / And perhaps there is no road. But I cannot touch with any words / What is living in me — and in silence. / I do not dare to feel it: / It's like a dream. A dream within a dream. O, m...»
«I'll not go from the door, / Let the night last, let the wind rage. / I'll knock until I fall, / I'll knock until Thou givest answer. I won't give up, nor step aside, / I'll knock, I'll call Thee without fear: / Give me back the one I love! / Raise her from the ashes! Return her to her...»
«The green reflection in the glass door. / Automobiles hum below. / I don't think about my homeland. / Why should I? They killed her. You, of course, will reproach me / For this, for not thinking. / But I only wait for three days to pass: / She will be resurrected in new flesh.»