«This my youth! O this my alien youth! / This my alien youth, my boot unpaired! / Purposefully narrowing the inflamed eyes, / Thus a leaf from calendar they tear. From among your very acquisitions / Nothing took away the thoughtful Muse. / You were both a burden and encumbrance / To me. ...»
«Soon from swallows — into sorcerers! / Youth! We will say farewell before then... / We will stand in the wind soul to soul! / My tan one! My sister console! With a skirt of raspberry flare, / You my youth! My dove you are / Tan! Waste of my soul! / You my youth! Dance and console! Wa...»
«No awards, no forefathers, / Not a falcon clear. / She goes and is torn away — / She is so far! Underneath tan eyelids / A golden-winged flame. / Forgotten once she took it / With a windswept arm. An un-picked-up skirt, / A rag that went bare. / I'm not kind, not mean / But lik...»
«Without self-control / With complete meekness. / Light and soft is / Air over abyss. Growing at once, / Like lightning — in time, / As if by order / There will be a blossom. Answering stars, / With a snake hair... / Himself defenseless — / Not a flame-bearer! He to me? I to...»