«At times there comes a strange smell wafting; / From whence its source I cannot say. / But I relive what’s been dark often, / A kind of smoldering foggy day. Like then, once more I climb up sadly / The run-down porch at evening / And once again unlatch the creaking / Bolt turning on t...»
«And the just man trailed God's shining agent, / over a black mountain, in his giant track, / while a restless voice kept harrying his woman: / "It's not too late, you can still look back at the red towers of your native Sodom, / the square where once you sang, the spinning-shed, / at the ...»
«Homesickness! Long ago revealed / as fraudulent delusion. / I don't care where / I am alone. It doesn't matter across what streets, into what house / I drag myself, and my shopping basket — / a house that doesn't know I'm there, / like a hospital or barracks. I don't care who sees me...»
«Still yesterday he met my gaze, / But now his eyes are darting shiftly! / Till birdsong at first light he stayed, — / Now larks are crows, met with hostility! So I am stupid, you are wise, / You live, I lie dumbstricken, numb to you. / O how the woman in me cries: / "O my dear ...»