He wrote over 300 poems and songs, yet my favorite is Capricious Horses:
Along the brim line of a precipice, right by the very edge-stone
With a whip to drive my horses I do lash them, I do urge on...
Drink the wind, the fog I swallow, ’cause I feel a lack for breathing, -
Smelling raptures with the horror: getting missing, I’m getting missing!
Little slower, my horses, little slow, I say!
Don’t hear the tough lash’s hit!
But somewhat true is about my horses that capricious are they,
No time left to live and to sing in complete.
I’ll finish my song, I’ll give horses to drink -
Just a moment as longer I’ll stand on the brink...
I’ll be gone, the hurricane will sweep me out like a down,
On the morning snow sledging at a gallop shan’t I drive them, -
Change your pace to one unhurried, oh my horses, slow down,
Please, prolong my way a little to the terminal asylum!
Little slower, my horses, little slow, I say!
Can’t they order, a lash and a whip.
But somewhat true is about my horses that capricious are they,
No time left to live and to sing in complete.
I’ll finish my song, I’ll give horses to drink -
Just a moment as longer I’ll stand on the brink...
Done in time it: there may be no delay to see God’s palace, -
Why are the angels singing there with one voice in such a malice ?!
Whether this is just a small bell in hysterics and a sob all,
Or when shouting at horses it’s my trying them to stop call?!
Little slower, my horses, little slow, I say!
Could you lower your racing a bit!
But somewhat true is about my horses that capricious are they,
No time left to live, if only sing in complete!
I’ll finish my song,
I’ll give horses to drink
Just a moment as longer I’ll stand on the brink.
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