«All of us are are revellers here, whores, / How mirthless it is for us to be together! / On the walls, flowers and birds / languish in clouds. You are smoking a black pipe, / So strange are the wisps over it. / I put on a tight dress, / To look even slimmer. Forever forgotten windows: ...»
«A boy said to me: "How painful it is!" / And it’s a great pity with him. / Just a short while ago he was content, / Having only heard about sorrow. And now he knows all of it, no less / Than you, wise and old, do. / Dimmed and, it seems, already became / So the pupils of blinding eyes...»
«Dying, I pine over immortality. / Low is the cloud of dusty mist. / Least let it be the naked red devils, / Least let it be a vat of rank tar. Crawl on to me, beguile, / Ye threats from crumbling books. / Only leave me my memory, / Only the memory at the last moment. So that in the har...»
«Just as before: in the canteen windows / Beats the fine blizzard snow. / And I myself haven’t become new, / Yet a man used to come to me. I asked: "What is it you want?" / He answered: "To be with you in hell". / I laughed: "Ah, you shall augur / Disaster for both of us, possibly". B...»