«Allow my soul’s burnt out redeeming, / The chance to glory in life’s course / And by my solitary dreaming / To joy in your undying force. You are divine, beyond comparing, / Your merriment and sorrow are / My sacred shrine, my heart’s declaring / My prophet’s calling from afar. ...»
«Never can I forget (but perhaps I’m mistaken): / How in sunset’s declining fire’s blaze / Bled the sky in its crimson demise as did waken / Night in yellowing lantern-lit glaze. By the window I sat in the crowded rotunda. / Somewhere fiddles scraped loving’s refrain. / And an ebon...»
«But pointlessly the light shines dimly — / The chemist’s, streetlight, street, and night. / For quarter-century hold on grimly — / It will not change. You can’t take flight. You’ll die — again find all beginning, / And as before it all will go. / The night, canal’s ice-dazz...»
«I am a sailor, looking for new isles, / A daring rover in the waters' richness. / I'm thirsty for new flowers and sites, / Unknown highlands and unknown speeches. And women go to the passion's call, / Like faithful prayers go at the temples, / The coarse mantles of the souls fall, / The...»