Spring, messieurs et mesdames, is a most admirable season. In spring the birds sing “tweet-tweet”; the streams sing “zhr-r-r”; and the...

A butterfly alighted on the muzzle of a cannon. It was so bright and beautiful, it looked like a tinted symbol of the Deity . . . a token...

Lines on the Death of Moyshe Nadir Composed by His Very Self To the memory of Moyshe Nadir,— Once among the living And neatly combed— Who...

Once upon a time there was an emperor who ruled over a land that was immeasurably large, beautiful, and prosperous. Like every other...

If I had to die now, I would say: “Was that it?” And: “I’m not quite sure I understood it.” And: “It was a bit loud.” 1935 Translated by...