«a Roberto e Fleur Calasso Vivevo anch’io in una città dove spuntano statue / sopra le case e al grido: “Corrompere! corrompere!”, per le strade / correva il filosofo locale, scuotendo la barbetta, / e il lungofiume infinito faceva breve la vita. Ora, accecando cariatidi, declina il so...»
«Seated at a table, flighty thoughts, / Shoulders spread, inflated chest, / I pronounced empty speeches, / Still as a statue and just as loved.»
«In every church bell there is spite / In every red ribbon there is fire / In every young woman shivering / In every young man his own steed.»
«I love at times to look out the window / And to observe other people's concerns. / I love at times to look out the window / And through this leave behind my work. For a long time I stare very intently / Into the face of a young Jewish girl / Seeking to decipher in her expressions / The ...»