“There’s a monument due me by rank alreadyI’d blow the damn thing up with dynamiteSo strongly I hate every kind of dead thingSo much I adore every kind of life!”

“There’s no grandfatherly fondness in me,There are no gray hairs in my soul!Shaking the world with my voice and grinning,I pass you by, - handsome,Twentytwoyearold.”

“You entered,Abrupt like “Take it!”,Mauling suede gloves, you tarried,And said:“You know,-I’m soon getting married.” Get married then.It’s all right,I can handle it.You see - I’m calm, of course!Like the pulse Of a corpse. Remember?You used to say:“Jack London,Money,Love and ardour,”--I saw one thing only:You were La Gioconda,Which had to be stolen! And someone stole you. Again in love, I shall start gambling,With fire illuminating the arch of my eyebrows.And why not?Sometimes, the homeless ramblersWill seek to find shelter in a burnt down house! You’re mocking me?“You’ve fewer emeralds of madnessthan a beggar kopecks, there’s no disproving this!”But rememberPompeii came to end thusWhen somebody teased Vesuvius! Hey!Gentlemen!You care forSacrilege,CrimeAnd war.But have you seenThe frightening terrorOf my faceWhenIt’s Perfectly calm? And I feel-“I”Is too small to fit me.Someone inside me is getting smothered.”

“It must be a little love, - a baby, sort of,It shies away when the cars honk and hiss,But adores the bells on the horse-tram.”

“On I’ll pass,dragging my huge love behind me.On whatfeverish night, deliria-ridden,by what Goliaths was I begot – I, so bigand by no one needed?”

“Maria!How can I fit a tender word into bulging ears?”

“The love boat has crashed against the everydayYou and I, we are quitsAnd there is no use listing mutual hurts, sorrows, and pains.”