«Blossom wite bird cherries scatter / On the on the dewy grass like snow. / Hungry rooks in ploughland gather, / Picked warms up as they go. / Low the silk smooth grath is bending, / Pitch scents to the pine-trees cling. / Groves in leaf, and luscios meadows — / How the senses reel i...»
«Still around, old dear? How are you keeping? / I too am around. Hello to you! / May that magic twilight ever be streaming / Over your cottage as it used to do. People write how sad you are, and anxious / For my sake, though you won't tell them so, / And that you in your old-fashioned jack...»
«Die Gleichmasigkeit des Laufes / der Zeit in allen Kopfen beweist mehr, / als irgend etwas, das wir Alle in den- / selben Traum versenkt sind, ja das es / Ein Wesen ist, welches ihn traumt. / Schopenhauer By life tormented, and by cunning hope, / When my soul surrenders in its battle wi...»
«In the darkness and still of a mysterious night / I see a fond and welcoming spark, / From the chorus of spheres, familiar eyes / Shine upon a grave forgotten in the steppe. The grass has faded, the desert is grim, / A lonely tomb dreams an orphan's dream, / And only in the sky, like an e...»