«(From "The Moon in Zenith") A. K. Of the pearl’s light and agate’s clouds / Of the such fairly smoked glass, / By slopes of so sudden mounds, / She sailed such solemnly in skies — / As if the Moon Sonata’s sounds / Had cut our roadway at once.»
«As a white stone in the well's cool deepness, / There lays in me one wonderful remembrance. / I am not able and don't want to miss this: / It is my torture and my utter gladness. I think, that he whose look will be directed / Into my eyes, at once will see it whole. / He will become more ...»
«But there’re, somewhere, the simple life and light, / Warm, gay and absolutely clear… / There, speaks a neighbor through the fences, light, / With a sweet girl, and only bees can hear — / The gentlest talking of this kind. But here we live — the solemn ones and toilsome — / And...»
«(From the "Middle Night Poems") Which a sonata will you be / Hidden by me in — with a care? / How uneasily, for me / Will call you, utterly unfair / Because so close and so good / You were for me, tho’ for a moment… / Your dream — dissolving in a solvent, / Where death —...»