«By the Moscow River, in Gluboki Street, / Dulcineas peer from windows, / waiting for their Don Quixotes to return / from work, / and from bubbling barley / they compose soups on a blue flame. / Time’s aged them slightly — cares weigh on their eyelids, but... / the Don Quixotes are ...»
«He breathes in the air, breathes in the early grass, / breathes the rushes while they stir, / every song while it can still be heard, / a warm woman’s hand cupped beneath his head. / Breathes, breathes—but cannot breathe enough. Breathes his mother — /           ...»
«In our world there lived a soldier, / lie was extremely handsome, very brave, / but he happed to be a children’s toy — / for he was merely a paper soldier. He wished to refashion all the world, / to make each individual happy, / but he dangled over a child’s cot, / for he was mere...»
«Es lebte auf dieser Welt einmal ein Soldat, / schön und kühn, / allein er war ein Kinderspielzeug — / er war doch ein Papiersoldat. Umgestalten wollte er die Welt, / damit jeder glücklich wäre, / er selbst aber hing an einem kleinen Faden — / er war doch ein Papiersoldat. Er wÃ...»