I drink to home, that is lost, To evil life of mine, To loneness in which we’re both, And to your future, fine, — To lips by which I was…
Sunshine has filled the room with clear golden specks of dust. I woke up and remembered, dear, it was your birthday. But far beyond my windows snow has covered the…
I pray to the sunbeam from the window; It is pale, thin, straight. Since morning I have been silent, And my heart; is split. The copper on my washstand Has…
My breast grew helplessly cold, But my steps were light. I pulled the glove from my left hand Mistakenly onto my right. It seemed there were so many steps, But…
Somewhere there is a simple life and a world, Transparent, warm and joyful. . . There at evening a neighbor talks with a girl Across the fence, and only the…
So many stones have been thrown at me, That I’m not frightened of them anymore, And the pit has become a solid tower, Tall among tall towers. I thank the…
So again we triumph! Again we do not come! Our speeches silent, Our words, dumb. Our eyes that have not met Again, are lost; And only tears forget The grip…
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected – I shared all this with my own people There, where misfortune had abandoned us. [1961] INSTEAD OF A PREFACE During…
1 The lot by the graves was a dusty hot land; The river behind — blue and cool. You told me, “Well, go to a convent, Or go marry a…