"Am I not the poet of witness? Am I not a disciple of Nellie Sachs and Paul Celan trying to describe the horrors of the Holocaust, meanwhile inventing a new lyric, which questions the possibility/impossibility of poetry after the most heinous episodes of history?"

"Aspen tree, your leaves glance white into the dark."

"We stand by the window embracing, and people look up from the street: it is time they knew! It is time the stone made an effort to flower, time unrest had a beating heart. It is time it were time.It is time."

"You opened your eyes -I saw my darkness live. I see through it down to the bed; there too it is mine and lives."

"A little stallion gallops across the leafing fingers- Black the gate leaps open, I sing; How did we live here?"

"Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken dich nachts // wir trinken dich morgens und mittags wir trinken dich abends // wir trinken und trinken."

"Der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland."

"Also // stehen noch Tempel. Ein // Stern // hat wohl noch Licht. // Nichts, // nichts ist verloren."