«Far away, behind the mountain ranges, / There lived an artist, Paul Klee / He would sit alone and cover pages / With his colored crayons day by day. He drew Africa with points and squares, / Children in a noisy platform crowd, / Funny imps in their funky wear, / Flying beasts among the ...»
«Your love is not what I request / Your new fiancee keeps it secure. / And jealous letters, rest assured, / I will not send to cause distress. Take my advice: give her my portraits / And let her read all of my verse, / Grooms conquer brides by being courteous — / You'll win her heart w...»
«How many has this chasm already swallowed / Both young and old / The day will come when I will have to follow! / All those who left this world. And all in me that struggled. sang and dared. / My voice that laughed and cried / Will disappear. like my golden hair / And hazel eyes. Yet li...»
«You look like me — looking down; / Your eyes on the graveyard lane. / I, too, kept my eyes on the ground; / Please stop and read my name! Pick poppies and verbena: / They grow here wild with sage — / And read my name, Marina, / Along with two numbers — my age. Don't think that I ...»