«Does it not seem to you at times, when / Twilight walks through the house, that / Right here alongside us is another element. / In which we live quite differently? So softly there has shadow merged with / Shadow, and there such moments can occur, / That it is as though we penetrated / E...»
«The joyful day blazes... Amid the languid grass, / Everywhere are poppies in patches-like eager / Impotence, like lips filled with temptation / and Poison, like outspread wings of scarlet butterflies. The joyful day blazes... But the garden is both empty / And overgrown. It has long since f...»
«Poppies at Midday Scentlessly and flowerily someone’s / Delicate enfolding is opened — / Wings of scarlet cambric have / Unrolled and will not quiver... Offending with their bloodstained spot / All that cherishes-distance and / Nearness — the ...»
«What heavy, dark delirium! How turbid / And moonlit these heights are! To have / Touched the violin for so many years and / Not recognize the strings in the light! Who needs us? Who has kindled / The two yellow, dismal faces?... / And suddenly the bow felt someone / Take them up and min...»