«Clear little stars, high bright stars, / What are you keeping to yourself? / What are you hiding? Stars, carrying / with you such deep thoughts, what is / this power you have to fill our souls? Happy little stars, friendly little stars, / what makes you beautiful? / What gives you po...»
«Goodbye, my friend, goodbye. / My dear, you are in my heart. / This predestined parting / Promises a meeting in time to come. Goodbye, my friend, without a hand, without a word, / Don’t be sad and furrow your brow in sorrow, — / To die in this life is not new, / But to live, of cour...»
«The evening flares, the cat naps on a beam. / Someone is praying: “Lord Jesus.” The twilight blazes, the fog kindles; / There is a scarlet curtain over the ornate window. Spider webs stretch from the golden toolshed. / Somewhere a mouse is scratching in a closed cage… By the forest me...»
«How good, in the freshness of fall, / To let the wind shake the soul’s apple tree / And to watch the plough of the sun / Cut through water above the river. How good to strike out of one’s body / A nail that turns songs red-hot, / To put on festive white clothes / And to wait for a g...»