«Farewell my friend, so long, my darling. / Darling, you are here in my heart. / Even so this predestined parting / Will not keep us ever more apart. Farewell, no clasping and no crying, / No scowling and no feeling blue — / There is nothing new about dying, / And to keep on livi...»
«I’m neither flesh, nor spirit yet / And daily bread seems hardly needed, / As if my punctured finger bled / Not blood, but sky drops faintly sleeted. And there are times when pouring wine / Up to the brim feels hardly ample, / When bread all drenched in salty brine / Does not singe li...»
«Upon the voluptuous chestnuts you yet again / Place Sunday’s wedding candles, dear spring. / I construct my soul as in the olden days / And aught to break into song, but only dirges / And lullabies sound – sleep’s sweet gladdeners.»
«I know the price of my poems. / I’m sorry for them, that’s all. / But the glory of the verse of others / I experience as betrayal. Through digressions, repetitions, / Without colours and almost without words, / One single vision, / Like the moon through the clouds. Now it shows, no...»