«A man met Rachel, in a valley. Jacob Bowed courteously, this wanderer far from home. Flocks, raising the hot dust, could not slake their Thirst. The well was blocked with a huge stone. Jacob wrenched the stone from the well Of pure water, and the flocks drank their fill. But the heart in h...»
«And the just man trailed God’s messenger, / His huge, light shape devoured the black hill. / But uneasiness shadowed his wife and spoke to her: / ‘it’s not too late, you can look back still / / At the red towers of Sodom, the place that bore you, / The square in which you sang, th...»
«I raise my glass to a road in the forest / To those who fall on their way / To those who can't drag themselves farther / But are forced to drag on. To their bluish hard lips / To their identical faces / To their torn, frost-covered coats / To their hands without gloves To the water the...»
«La route s’étire de la mer / Au-dessus de la rivière; / Aux monts elle fait ployer l’échine / Comme des haleurs sous leur cordage. / / Sur la nuit transparente du Nord / Les monts se profilent tour à tour / Las de l’effort dont ils portent / Les stigmates sur l’épaule. ...»