«In crystal swampland there is such a violence! / Beyond, Sienian mountains stand sky-clad, / Gothic cathedrals of the rocks gone mad / Hang in the air, where there is fur and silence. From hanging staircases of kings and prophets / Organ descends, filled with the holy ghost, / Barking of ...»
«Nature is Rome, and is reflected there. / We see images of citizen's parades / Like in blue circus, in transparent air, / On forum of the fields and forest's collonades. Nature is that same Rome, and once more / We do not need to worry Gods in guilt, / From animal entrails to divine of wa...»
«Only children's books to read, / Only children's thoughts to debate, / To spread far all that is great, / From deep sadness to rise and heed. I am deadly tired of life, / I won't take from her any more, / But I love this earth so poor, / For another has not arrived. In a far-away garde...»
«Return into the lap of incest / From where you have descended, Leah, / That yellow twilight you preferred / To golden sun of Ilion. Go forward, not a hand will touch you, / To father's chest, when night is dead, / And let the night the incest-maker / Let drop your head. But fateful cha...»