«Celui qui a baisé le front meurtri du temps / Avec la tendresse des fils / Se rappellera plus tard le temps qui s’endormit / Dans la couche profonde de blé sous la fenêtre. / / Celui qui a soulevé les douloureuses paupières du siècle, — / Deux grosses pommes dormantes — / ...»
«Skyscrapers, and the sky below, / It nears the earth in misty layers. / The same covert and secret woe / Persists in vast and happy Paris. The evening boulevards are loud, / The sunset’s final glimmer dies. / And there are couples all around, / And trembling lips and daring eyes. Iâ€...»
«I need a miracle, Christ, My Lord! / Here, now, before the sun can rise! / O, let me pass on, while the world / Is like a book before my eyes. No, You are fair and will not judge: / "It’s not your time, and so live on." / For You have given me too much! / I long to take all roads — ...»
«For the first time, in the Strauss waltz / We discerned your quiet, haunting calling. / Now, we’re strangers to the living souls, / And we find the racing clocks consoling, Just like you, we hail the setting sun, / Get intoxicated with the nearing end. / We are rich with all that you ha...»