«I was but what you’d brush / with your palm, what your leaning / brow would hunch to in evening’s / raven-black hush. I was but what your gaze / in that dark could distinguish: / a dim shape to begin with, / later — features, a face. It was you, on my right, / on my left, with ...»
«J’étais cela seulement / que tu effleurais de la paume, / sur quoi dans la dense nuit / d’encre, tu inclinais ton front. J’étais tout juste ce que toi / Là, au-dessous, tu discernais: / vague contour d’abord, / beaucoup plus tard des traits. C’est toi, ardente, qui / de ...»
«I’ve raised a statue to myself that’s some! / To shameful century’s its back to run. / To its lost love that’s turned with stony face. / Like cycle wheel is bent its stony chest. / And buttocks is to sea of half-truth faced. / And if I would with nice landscape well dressed, / Wh...»
«Ein Denkmal schuf ich mir, das anders bleibt! / Dem Schandjahrhundert seinen Rücken zeigt's, / Der Liebe, die zuschanden ging, 's Gesicht. / Die Brust sich stolz wie's Rad des Fahrrads biegt. / Den Hintern zeigt's dem Halbwahrheitenmeer. / Und welche Landschaft daliegt ringsumher, / Und...»