«Hush, my little sleepy-head. / Mama’s gone — to Paris fled. / Ah-Ah-Ah, please don’t you weep. / There were reasons, go to sleep. / Over there beneath the couch / Crawls a sleek and shiny roach. / Where’s his wife? In Paris, too? / No, she isn’t; that’s not true. / Life h...»
«One night I met, to my surprise, / A puny devil, blue with cold — / No bigger than a child in size, / His feral face was gaunt and old. He shivered in the icy rain, / Which had soaked through his matted pelt. / “This son of hell feels cold and pain — / We share one fate,” I some...»
«How nicе to know what ails me is not you, / How nice to know what ails you is not me. / And thus we’ll never feel, as lovers do, / Firm earth beneath us turn to flowing sea. / How nice to act the fool or talk too much, / Feel free to let you see me at my worst. / And if some day by ch...»
«I feel the need for someone I can pray to. / Imagine that a common lowly ant / Was overcome by yearning for a way to / Prostrate himself—as humble supplicant. At peace no more, dispirited, frustrated / So all the world appeared to him mundane. / A goddess in his image he created / And...»