«Far away in misty northern / Region craggy outcrop’s loom / Mars the boundlessness of ocean, / Wondrous face in watery tomb. Hewn from sharp-edged cliff-face, stirring / Northern folk of simple stock, / Pious minds a visage conjuring, / Maiden dark they call the rock. Often midst the...»
«At evening time above the restaurants / There hangs a fetid muffled cloud, / With cries of rowdy drunk belligerence / Holds sway the vernal rotten crowd. A long way from the dusty passage, / The dachas lost in dull ennui, / A pretzel glints its leaden message / And childish whimper call...»
«You lived a lot, and I sang more... / You bore affliction, life you tested, / Your unseen spirit t’wards me tore, / The ocean roared, as billow crested... The chains already bind your soul; / The storm assails it with its swirling; / But mine is free: its dusty scroll / Is sky-blown b...»
«Next door the windows are stained yellow. / And all night long, and all night long / The pensive bolts both screech and bellow, / And at the gates the workers throng. And heedless gates are locked remaining, / And on the wall, and on the wall / Unplacid shady figure’s craning / And co...»