«To me the meaning of Venetian life is clear / Bleary though it be and fruitless; / Here she stares with smile instilling fear / Through the dirty bluish window glass. Thinning air, blue veins through skin of arm, / A green brocade and the whitening snow / From the coat they take a corpse,...»
«It is a pity that the winter falls / Mosquitoes fly no more / But you, my dear, allowed me to recall / Light-headed straw. Dragonflies weave paths across the blue / And like a swallow, circles mode — / Is that there a basket over you / Or pompous ode? I wish not to advise, comment, d...»
«Here is the discus, like a golden sun — / A blessed moment - in the air it stands — / The world is held in time like apple in one's hands — / Here will be heard only the Grecian tongue. A solemn zenith of the service to God's will, / Light of round cupolas glows in July, / That with...»
«When Psyche that is life descends / After Persephone into transparent woods below / With a green branch and Stygian tenderness / Beneath her feet falls a blind swallow. Ghosts crowd about the fugitive and hurry / To meet the new arrival with a prayer / They twist their withered weakened a...»