«I have not grown prettier in the years of separation! / Will you not be angry at my rough hands, / They worked with bread and salt? / — Callused from common labor! Oh, no prettying up for the meeting / Love. — Do not be shocked by my common / Speech — no advisor, neglected: / It...»
«Ach, to crash in a sheer fall — / Down — into dust on the asphalt! / The short length of earthly love / Bathed in tears- for how long? Balcony. With their salty downpour / Come malicious kisses. / And inescapable hatred / A sigh: To expire in verses! Squeezed into a ball in one's ...»
«The rain soothes the pain. / By the showers' noise on the shutters / I sleep. Tremulous clatter on the asphalt of / Hooves — like applause. Welcome — and I merge / In abandon with this golden / Most magical of orphanhoods / Take pity, you barracks!»
«“If the heart's wave splashed not / Already so high, and became spirit, / If not the old dumb rock, / Fate, stood against her...” / Rainer Maria Rilke 1. By the chain of singing poles, / Supporting the Empyrean, / I am sending you my portion of / Earthly ashes. Along an allée of...»