«Ayer muy temprano te estuve esperando. / Ellos supieron que tú no vendrías. / ¿Te acuerdas del tiempo que hacía? / Como en día festivo. Y salí sin abrigo. Hoy has venido y nos han tramado / un día tan sumamente nublado. / Llovía, y la hora la han puesto tardía, / y las gotas ro...»
«My soul is borne out on the wind. / Through the opaqueness of her earthly case she glitters like a sword. / She is free; she rides her body as the whirlwind the storm. / She is free from the death of the flesh. / / Her passage is brief as the lightning, / As the flash of the outgoing se...»
«In fields hopeless and dumb / Droops the pale-bladed grain; / It is dozing and numb / Amid dreams that are vain... / With a high sudden hum / The field tosses its mane: / "Unto us Christ is come!" / The wild news shakes the plain. / Like a wind-beaten drum / Shouts the quivering gr...»
«My insatiable memory is like / A melting asphalt roadway: / I remember all who have passed along it, / Every movement of their life... / The tracks of iron wheels, of teeth, / The rusty tracks of injury and anguish. / Nearby the sweet birdlike prints / Of a dead daughter's little shoes...»