«And the next time, a deaf-mute — / I will come to a world where I give a poem to everyone, give everyone my hearing. Indeed it’s all the same — what they say — I don’t understand. / Indeed it’s all the same — who can make it out? — what I say. Forbid me God — again Corinna / ...»
«Yearning for homeland! Long / Exposed torment! / It’s completely all the same to me – / Where completely alone To be, over which stones to trudge / With a market tote, on the way home, / Into a house that doesn’t know – it’s mine, / As if it were an infirmary, a barracks. Itâ...»
«A pale moon, on the wane, / The air sonorous, dead and clear, / And on the naked, nippy willow / Murmurs a wilted leaf. Catches frost, gets heavier / In the abyss of a quiet pond. / Darkens and thickens / The stirless water. A pale moon on the wane / Is lying dead, / And on the nak...»
«The sick, tired ice, / The sick and slushy snow… / And all is flowing, flowing… / How blithesome is the vernal run / Of mighty turbid waters! / And cries the hoary snow, / And dies the ice. / The air is full of bliss, / And the bell is singing. / From the arrows of spring will ...»