«I’ll go along a familiar path to meet them, / The skies that glow with such a delicate amber sunset — / Imperishable as paradise. / Far off, the fading edge of the world has curled away; / The evening coolness breathes and doesn’t breathe, / And the ripening ears barely sway. / No,...»
«One southern night I lay upon a haystack, / My face toward the firmament, / And the lively and harmonious choir / Shone and quavered all around. / / The Earth, mute as in a hazy dream, / Hurtled away into infinity, / And all alone like the first resident of paradise, / I looked nigh...»
«I awoke. Yes, the roof of a coffin — I extend / My arms forcefully and call / For help. Yes, I remember those torments / Before death — yes, it was real! — / And without effort, as if it was a cobweb / I split apart the coffin. / / And I stood up. How bright this winter light / ...»
«The voice of the herd rises from the fields; / In the bushes the robins sing, / And a sweet aroma flows / From the whitened apple-trees of the garden. / / The flowers gaze with tender melancholy, / Innocently pure, like spring, / Shedding fragrant dust, / The seeds of their rosy fru...»