«Your fabulous enunciation — / Hot whistling of a bird of prey, / Create a true representation / Of silken eyelids, I dare say. "What" — and the head has fallen / "Why" — I am asking you / And far away the leaves are calling: / We live upon this planet too. So let them say that...»
«The essence of farewell I have extracted / From hatless laments of the sleepless night / As oxen chew, and waiting grows protracted, / And end of city vigil is in sight — / And I recall the rooster night with fear / When lost in doleful journey for too long / Into the void the tear-dre...»
«1 Upon Pieria's great stone cascades / The muses were conducting their first choir / And just like bees, the blind musicians made / Gifts of Ionian honey from their lyres. / From a young woman's convex forehead / Cold air blew in gusts like rays of sun / That the archipelago's tender co...»
«In crystal swampland there is such a violence! / Beyond, Sienian mountains stand sky-clad, / Gothic cathedrals of the rocks gone mad / Hang in the air, where there is fur and silence. From hanging staircases of kings and prophets / Organ descends, filled with the holy ghost, / Barking of ...»