«My sister Muse looked at my face, / Her gaze was clear and bright. / She took my golden ring away — / First present of that spring. / Muse! Do you see their happiness? / Girls, widows, wives. / I would rather die on the rack, / But not these bounds of iron. / Guessing, I tear the...»
«I raise my glass / To ravaged home, / My bitter life, / And lonely days with you. / I drink to you, / To lying lips' betrayal, / To deathly frigid eyes; / To that the world is cruel and crude, / To that we weren't saved by God.»
«Sei mir gerühmt, unausweichlicher Schmerz! / König Grauauge starb gestern das Herz. Der herbstliche Abend war purpurn und schwül. / Mein Mann kam nach Hause und sagte mir kühl: "Weißt du, man brachte ihn heim von der Jagd, / Den Leib bei der alten Eiche man barg. Die arme Königin, jun...»
«Don’t weep for me — I’ll live on / as a happy beggar, a convict with goodwill, / as a southerner frozen in the north, / as a consumptive and ill-tempered Petershurger / in the malarial south I’ll live on. Don’t weep for me — I’ll live on / as that lame girl who came out on t...»