«At times there comes a strange smell wafting; / From whence its source I cannot say. / But I relive what’s been dark often, / A kind of smoldering foggy day. Like then, once more I climb up sadly / The run-down porch at evening / And once again unlatch the creaking / Bolt turning on t...»
«So early that it hadn’t dawned, / The ringing windowpanes awoke me. / A moistened pretzel made of stone, — / Beneath me, Venice floated calmly. Now, all was calm, but all the while, / While still asleep, I heard a cry / And like a mark that had been silenced, / It still disturbed th...»
«À l’aube je fus réveillé / Par le tintement d’un vitre. / Biscuit de pierre détrempé, / Sur l’eau calme flottait Venise. Nul bruit, et pourtant j’avais pu / Entendre en rêve un cri très long; / Et comme un signe soudain tu, / Il troublait encore l’horizon. Trident du S...»
«A click of window glass had roused me / Out of my sleep at early dawn. / Beneath me Venice swam in water, / A sodden pretzel made of stone. It was all quiet now; however, / While still asleep, I heard a cry — / And, like a sign that had been silence, / It still disturbed the morning s...»