«All day long the autumn's dampened air / In confoundment and angst I have inhaled. / I would like a supper — and the stars are / In a blackened purse and gold and pale! And as with a yellow fog o'ergrown, / I descend into a tiny hole; / Nowhere such a restaurant have I known / Nor suc...»
«It's dawn, sirens are wailing, / Seven a.m. / You that appear like Verlen, / Wake up old man! Eyes childish, angling, / Green fire makes ash; / Upon the neck is hanging / A colored sash. He curses, mutters, mumbles / Words lost within; / He wants to make confession / But first to...»
«Foreigner sits in a stifling tavern / In the hour when all seems dead, / Leaving behind the dullard drunkards / I walk out and clear my head. Courage of the midnight women / And the crazy stars' cold might, / And a bum is begging money / For a room to spend the night. Who, please tell ...»
«On Sunday walk near Protestant cathedral / I came across a funeral in motion / The absent-minded passerby I noticed / Put all of them in a severe commotion. The foreign language did not reach my ear / And only a thin whiplash shone clear / And the empty holiday thoroughfare / Reflected ...»