Bloem wrote wonderful four-liners. Here are two of them

SPRING

Through desolate spring skies the sun broke clear.

A flight of birds dropped in a sudden sheer.

The thinly sown snow melted on the earth.

Heart, you are free: you had no grounds for fear.

THE NIGHTINGALES

Of life my expectations have been slight,

Joy’s just a thing to which we go on clinging.

What does it matter? – In the cold spring night

Once more the immortal nightingales are singing.