You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was…

You thought I was that type: That you could forget me, And that I’d plead and weep And throw myself under the hooves of a bay mare, Or that I’d…

And I grew up in patterned tranquillity, In the cool nursery of the young century. And the voice of man was not dear to me, But the voice of the…

Why is this age worse than earlier ages? In a stupor of grief and dread have we not fingered the foulest wounds and left them unhealed by our hands? In…

There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ‘ She asked for storms.’ The entire world will turn the colour of crimson stone, and your heart, as then, will turn…

We don’t know how to say good-bye We wander on, shoulder by shoulder. Already the sun is going down. You’re moody, I am your shadow. Let’s step inside a church…

Under her dark veil she wrung her hands. “Why are you so pale today?” “Because I made him drink of stinging grief Until he got drunk on it. How can…

Twenty-first. Night. Monday. Silhouette of the capitol in darkness. Some good-for-nothing — who knows why — made up the tale that love exists on earth. People believe it, maybe from…

True tenderness is silent and can’t be mistaken for anything else. In vain with earnest desire you cover my shoulders with fur; In vain you try to persuade me of…

I — am your voice, the warmth of your breath, I — am the reflection of your face, The futile trembling of futile wings, I am with you to he…