«Christ and God! I am longing for a miracle / Now, now, at the beginning of the day / Oh, let me die, until / All my life is like a book for me. You are wise, you won't say strictly: / "Have patience, it is not the time yet" / You gave me yourself — too much! / I am longing at once —...»
«It drizzled, but not even grasses / Would bend within the bag of storm; / Dust only gulped its rain in pellets, / The iron roof — in powder form. The village did not hope for healing. / Deep as a swoon the poppies yearned / Among the rye in inflammation, / And God in fever tossed and ...»
«Black spring! Pick up your pen, and weeping, / Of February, in sobs and ink, / Write poems, while the slush in thunder / Is burning in the black of spring. Through clanking wheels, through church bells ringing / A hired cab will take you where / The town has ended, where the showers ...»
«The Lord has rewarded me / With a light-filled and iron heart. / With a gift of singing, a tearful gift. The Lord has protected me / With a white flag. / The Lord has passed me by / With the carnal flame. Hold higher the flag! / The Lord above us! / Heavier than stone — / The...»