«Coated with moss a grey granite / Sprawls there prostrated like Titan / Fallen amid rocks and stones / Fitting a lock on the chasm; / Still the wild violent flow / Rushes downward through the obstacles / Casting on wet blackened boulders / Pearls of a nice sparkling foam. ...»
«At dusk a dying out coal / Is twinkling with transparent blinks, / The way a moth on a poppy’s bowl / Flaps azure with its weightless wings. Successions of mixed apparitions / Attract the tired out eye, / Some images as premonitions / Along the ash are flying by. The bygone h...»
«Why am I too amicable with others / Feeling that of all he is the farthest? / Why can’t I though shunning him elsewhere / Still not run him into, here and there? / Why on seeing him do I get angry, / At all exasperated, all and sundry? / Why when I am left with him in private / D...»
«How it is fresh beneath a shady lime-tree! / To the midday sun this place is out of reach, / And lots of fragrant fans in such a lone country / Are heaving lushed while rather chilly each. And over there, in a distance, the dry hot air / Is glittering in a drowsy upright stream, / ...»