«And finally I’ll say goodbye. / Don’t feel you have to love. / I’m chattering, crazy, / or maybe coming into a crazier kind of peace. How you loved! Your lips just grazing over disaster, / tasting nothing. But that doesn’t matter. / How you loved! How you destroyed! / Offhandedl...»
«We’re mired by thirst for sacred things – / Through gloomy desert did I wander, / And then the seraph with six wings / To me appeared at crossroads yonder. / I felt his dainty fingers’ graze, / As in a dream, my pupils’ haze: / Now opened prophet’s eyes enlightened / Like tho...»
«Longing for spiritual springs, / I dragged myself through desert sands... / An angel with three pairs of wings / Arrived to me at cross of lands; / With fingers so light and slim / He touched my eyes as in a dream: / And opened my prophetic eyes / Like eyes of eagle in surprise. / H...»
«Tormented by spiritual thirst / I dragged myself through a somber desert. / And a six-winged seraph / appeared to me at the crossing of the ways. / He touched my eyes / with fingers light as a dream: / and my prophetic eyes opened like those of a frightened eagle. / He touched my ears ...»