«My talent is pitiful, my voice not loud, / but I am living; somewhere in the world / someone looks kindly on my life; far off / a distant fellow-man will read my words / and find my being; and, who knows, my soul / will raise an echo in his soul, and I / who found a friend in my own time...»
«This is how hunger begins: / first you wake in good cheer, / then weakness begins, / and then boredom, / and then comes the losss / of the power of swift reason / and then comes calm — / and then the horror.»
«Here’s the rain crashing down, / time has stopped. / The clocks go on helplessly knocking. / Grow, grass, you don’t need time. / Speak, Holy Spirit, you don’t need words.»
«Impossible almost, for you were always here: / In the shade of blessed limes, / in hospitals and bockades, / In the prison-cell, and where there were evil birds, / Lush grasses, and terrifying water. / How everything ha...»