«It’s not in wise man’s recollections, / Not in a poet’s sweet refrain, / Not in a hero’s daring action, / Not in a hermit’s silent strain. But contrary to grievance tending / To cover all divine with slime, / Behold: it’s in the sun ascending / On golden canvases of sky. Ea...»
«Love neighbors as thyself, they say... / But me myself despise. / While yearning for ethereal, / I see my truths and lies. And if I ever loved someone, / I only had in mind / To find the innocence of heart, / A ray of truth divine. But after sobering from dreams, / In foreign souls...»
«Exists in the autumnal growing / A brief, but an enchanting phase: / The day – as if in crystal glowing, / The dusk – in the resplendent glaze. Where ears fell to zesty sickle’s rending, / It’s bare around; through a widespread range / Glows only, thinning and unbending, / A web...»
«There is a fleeting, wondrous moment / during autumn’s early days: / time stands motionless, time’s a crystal, / evenings bathe in brilliant rays. Where sickles swung and crops were toppled, / there’s just an empty wasteland now. / A strand of glittering web is all you notice / ac...»