in the bankers box Perhaps one should never put one’s worship into words If everyone’s to start biting, life won’t be worth living At first an occasion rather than a friend Sudden unhapiness was hurt vanity 2 I cannot feel this tragedy as much as I want to Beautiful sins like beautiful things are a priviledge of the rich Like that of the toes of a missing leg Art, like nature has her monsters Like most busy people he did not know one piece of poetry by heart As if I hawked up the beautiful parts of my soul He made of it a noble lament It’s only shallow people who do not judge by appearances Easygoing in manner, sentimental but shrewd Life and a pretend life Kathrin had a walk-up on Lexington In the sadness of bourgeois surroundings Her skin is creased from the grass
