«Brightly the hooves clatter... / What is it, by the bridge? / All erased, all is forgotten, / In the secret of thoughts, a void... / I only listen to the hooves, / to the din and cries by the bridge. It starts running stoutly, huddling, / The multilegged It. / Entrancing — and borin...»
«I trace the dark with red coal, / With a pointed sting I lick the flesh, / Tightly, tightly, I spin the tourniquet, / Bend and break and knit. With a string I twist, / Tighten and wet, / With a game awaken, / With a needle pierce. And I’m so kind, / If I fall in love — I will dra...»
«There is this hard, / This shameful. / Almost impossible — / Hard: It is to lift the eyelashes / And look into the face of a mother, / Whose son was killed. / But one shouldn’t talk about that.»
«Smiling nervously but brightly, / conscious of her youth and fame, / she set the way that she was asked to / indifferently — or playing games. Under heaven's dome's eternal childhood / April nineteen hundred twelve / has promised her in Ospedaletti / only prosperity and s...»