| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Barkeeper's Coarse Complaint | It's enough to make me throw the chair through the panes of the | | 20 | 491 |
| 2: | A Lieutenant General Sings | I am the Division Commander, | | 19 | 477 |
| 3: | A Poor Man Sings | Those were fine times, when I still | | 7 | 420 |
| 4: | A Trouble-making Girl | It's certainly late. I must earn something. | | 36 | 426 |
| 5: | After Combat | In the sky the howitzers no longer explode, | | 14 | 502 |
| 6: | After the Ball | Night creeps into the cellars, musty and dull. | | 11 | 470 |
| 7: | Afternoon, Fields and Factory | I can no longer find a place for my eyes. | | 8 | 421 |
| 8: | Ash Wednesday | Yesterday I still went powdered and addicted | | 15 | 450 |
| 9: | Bad Weather | A frozen moon stands waxen, | | 29 | 505 |
| 10: | Capriccio | Here is the way I shall die: | | 20 | 451 |
| 11: | Cloud | A fog has destroyed the world so gently. | | 12 | 490 |
| 12: | Cloudy Evening | The sky is swollen with tears and melancholy. | | 12 | 466 |
| 13: | Dreaming | Ah, but who wouldn't want to drive a car forever | | 14 | 504 |
| 14: | Elegant Morning | The street looks like eternal Sunday. | | 11 | 417 |
| 15: | Evening | Houses stand stiffly next to their fences. | | 6 | 432 |
| 16: | Falling in the River | Drunk, Lene Levi walked | | 32 | 454 |
| 17: | Farewell | It sure was fine to be a soldier for a year. | | 12 | 474 |
| 18: | Farewell | Before dying I am making my poem. | | 10 | 464 |
| 19: | Girls | They cannot stand their rooms in the evening. | | 8 | 500 |
| 20: | Going for a Walk | Evening comes with moonshine and silky darkness. | | 8 | 498 |
| 21: | Hugo von Hofmannsthal's Barber | I stand this way on cloudy winter days | | 39 | 460 |
| 22: | In the Tuberculosis Sanitarium | Many sick people are walking in the garden | | 11 | 448 |
| 23: | Interior | A large space - half dark... deadly... completely confused... | | 8 | 496 |
| 24: | Into the Evening | Out of crooked clouds priceless things grow. | | 8 | 424 |
| 25: | Invasion | Decline already | | 10 | 463 |
| 26: | Kuno Kohn's Five Songs to Mary | So many years I sought you, Mary | | 50 | 429 |
| 27: | Kuno's Nocturne | Every day, when it gets so very dark | | 12 | 470 |
| 28: | Landscape | With all its branches a slender tree casts | | 8 | 473 |
| 29: | Landscape | Like old bones in the pot | | 8 | 394 |
| 30: | Landscape in the Early Morning | The air is gray. Who knows something good for soot? | | 14 | 457 |
| 31: | Lonely Watchman | City and beloved are far behind. | | 8 | 472 |
| 32: | Love Song | Your eyes are bright lands. | | 6 | 539 |
| 33: | Monday in the courtyard of the barracks | The heat sticks closely to the gun and to the hand. | | 23 | 420 |
| 34: | Moonscape | The yellow mother's eye burns up there. | | 8 | 439 |
| 35: | Morning | And all the streets lie smooth and shining there. | | 12 | 509 |
| 36: | My End | Half hands hold my fate. | | 5 | 515 |
| 37: | Now of course | Now of course I put on my straw hat. | | 8 | 441 |
| 38: | Pathos | You don't love me... I have never appealed to you... | | 14 | 424 |
| 39: | Peace | In weary circles a sick fish hovers | | 12 | 537 |
| 40: | Period | The deserted streets flow in gleaming light | | 8 | 432 |
| 41: | Prayer before Battle | The troops are singing fervently, each for himself: | | 24 | 469 |
| 42: | Prayer to People | I go through the days | | 8 | 471 |
| 43: | Prophecy | Some day - I have signs - a mortal storm | | 16 | 444 |
| 44: | Rainy Night | The day is ruined. The sky is drunk. | | 24 | 539 |
| 45: | Reflecting upon a Human Lung in Alcohol | Without horror you devour dead flesh every day. | | 13 | 421 |
| 46: | Return of the Village Boy | In my youth the world was a small pond, | | 8 | 448 |
| 47: | Romantic Journey | Thousands of stars twinkle in the gentle sky. | | 18 | 448 |
| 48: | Rubbers | The fat man thought: | | 7 | 457 |
| 49: | Signs | The hour moves forward. | | 16 | 463 |
| 50: | Smoke on the Field | Lene Levi went out in the evening, | | 25 | 509 |
| 51: | Soldiers' Songs | It's good and beautiful to be a soldier for a year. | | 57 | 429 |
| 52: | Song of Kuno Kohn's Longing | The folds of the sea crash like whips on my skin. | | 11 | 427 |
| 53: | Songs to Berlin | O you Berlin, you colorful stone, you beast. | | 24 | 383 |
| 54: | Spring | A certain Rudolf called out: | | 13 | 440 |
| 55: | Spring | All men are now greedy, | | 4 | 472 |
| 56: | Summer Evening | All things are seamless, | | 12 | 498 |
| 57: | Summer Freshness | The sky is like a blue jellyfish. | | 12 | 464 |
| 58: | Sunday Afternoon | Packs of houses squat along rotten streets, | | 16 | 420 |
| 59: | The Athlete | A man walked back and forth in his torn slippers | | 18 | 497 |
| 60: | The Battle at Saarburg | The earth grows moldy in fog. | | 12 | 492 |
| 61: | The Cabaret in the Suburbs | The sweaty heads of waiters tower above the room | | 12 | 457 |
| 62: | The City | A white bird is the big sky. | | 12 | 584 |
| 63: | The Concert | The naked seats hearken strangely | | 13 | 490 |
| 64: | The Drunkard | One must guard oneself ever so carefully against | | 12 | 494 |
| 65: | The End | Like a white fungus, a lump of wind covers | | 8 | 530 |
| 66: | The Excursion | You, I can endure these stolid | | 15 | 451 |
| 67: | The Grenade | First a bright, brief drum roll, | | 6 | 509 |
| 68: | The Night | Sleepy policemen waddle under streetlights. | | 8 | 493 |
| 69: | The Operation | In the sunlight doctors tear a woman apart. | | 8 | 450 |
| 70: | The Patent-leather Shoe | The poet thought: ah, I have enough trash! | | 11 | 431 |
| 71: | The Sad Man | No, I have no capacity for life. | | 15 | 445 |
| 72: | The Sick | Evening and grief and lamp light | | 16 | 515 |
| 73: | The Son | Mother, don't hold me, | | 8 | 623 |
| 74: | The Suicide | White, I lie | | 12 | 461 |
| 75: | The Trip to the Mental Hospital | Fat trains go down loud tracks | | 12 | 501 |
| 76: | The Trip to the Mental Hospital (II) | A little girl crouches with her little brother | | 8 | 454 |
| 77: | The Turk | A totally perverse Turk bought for himself, | | 27 | 438 |
| 78: | The World | Many days tread upon human animals, | | 12 | 510 |
| 79: | To Frida | Walls separate us. | | 7 | 483 |
| 80: | Touched | I gladly left | | 16 | 461 |
| 81: | Towards Morning | What do I care about the swift newspaper boys. | | 25 | 445 |
| 82: | Twilight | A fat young man plays with a pond. | | 12 | 488 |
| 83: | Wanderer in the Evening | Kuno Kohn sings: | | 9 | 470 |
| 84: | Warrior's Longing | I would like to lie in my bed | | 8 | 490 |
| 85: | Winter | A dog shrieks in misery from a bridge | | 12 | 490 |
| 86: | Winter Evening | Behind yellow windows shadows drink hot tea. | | 12 | 431 |
