«I like that you're not mad about me, / I like that I'm not mad about you / That the heavy globe of the Earth will / Not drift away beneath our feet. / I like that I can laugh — / With relief — and not play with words, / And not blush in a suffocating wave / When our sleeves touch....»
«I have never honored the commandments, / Nor did I go to confession. / See, until hymns are being sung over my ashes / I'll continue to sin — like I sin — / as I have sinned: with passion! / With all my God-given senses - all five! Friends! Accomplices! You, whose instigations left - ...»
«I know the truth! All old truths — vanish! / Why do people fight with people on this earth. / See: this evening, look: it's almost night. / Why — poets, lovers, generals? Oh, the wind is calming, the earth is covered with dew, / Oh, soon the stars will be frozen in a snowstorm, / And...»
«Two suns are cooling — oh, Lord, mercy! — / One - in the sky, the other - in my chest. How did this sun, — do you forgive yourself? — / How did this sun drive me mad! Both cold — their rays do no longer hurt! / And one first gets cold, then hot.»