«The artist's work delineates / Dead faint of lilac shrub for us / He put, like crusts, upon the canvass / Reverberating sounds of paints / / He knows what oil is worth indeed: / Its summer, parched and under strain, / Warmed up with lilac tint of brain / Extended to the stuffy heat....»
«Insomnia. Homer. The sails — stretched out. / I’ve read the catalogue of ships halfway: / This lengthy brood, this train of cranes / That soared from Hellas up into the clouds. A wedge of cranes toward a foreign land — / The heads of kings sprayed by the godly foam — / What’s Tr...»
«Insomnia. Homer. The rows of stretched sails. / I’ve read the catalogue of ships just to the middle: / That endless caravan, that lengthy stream of cranes, / Which long ago rose up above the land of Hellas. It’s like a wedge of cranes towards the distant shores — / The foreheads of th...»
«Schlaflosigkeit. Homer. Die Segel, die sich strecken. / Ich las im Schiffsverzeichnis, ich las, ich kam nicht weit: / Der Strich der Kraniche, der Zug der jungen Hecke / Hoch über Hellas, einst, vor Zeit und Aberzeit. Wie jener Kranichkeil, in Fremdestes getrieben — / Die Köpfe, kaiserl...»