«As girls dream of grooms, / You and I talk of art. / O secret flock of cranes! / Lithe lurch of living flights! Catherine is betrothed to Christ; / One soul throbs two hearts. / Wind whips cheeks of bloom, / Eyes go down in flames. Winged and tangled blurts, / "I love" not quite rest...»
«The sense of your bidding is unclear: / to pray, to curse, is it, to fight / you bid me, inscrutable genius? / The spring slackens, niggard, meager, / and Benozzo Gozzoli's courier / dozes in the drowsy thickets. Hills are dark with honeyed cloud. / Look: I do not touch lithe strings. /...»
«It's no use — you will not understand them — / The more liberal the more base and cruel. / Civilization for them is a fetish, / But inaccessible to them is its ideal. / / Though you may bow before it, citizens, / You will never win Europe's recognition: / In its eyes you will alw...»
«If death is night, if life is day – / Oh, how the motley day drains me! / And shadows grow above me dense, / My head bowing low toward sleep... Made powerless, I surrender to it... / But through the mute dark flash fantasies – / Somewhere, above, there a clear day sparkles / And an ...»