«Bitter and wild — the smell of the earth: / The fields are o’ergrown with dark carnations! / Having flung my garments onto the grass, / I burn, like a candle, in the evening field. / Running into the distance, my steps are moist, / Tenderly naked, I blossom by the water. / Like white...»
«They’ve locked the door of my abode / With a key lost forever; / The Black Angel, my guardian, / Stands with a flaming sword, But my anguish won’t see / The luster of the wreath and the purple of the throne, / And on my maidenly hand — / The useless ring of Solomon. The rubies of...»
«Ego vox ejus! In the blind nights of the new moon, / Filled with a mute anxiety, / Bewitched by a sorceress, / I am standing by a dark window. The candles, doubled by the glass, / Shine both before and behind me, / And the strange appearance of the room / Threatens with the chance of a...»
«Elle marche sans effort, / Elle juge sans merci, / Elle a les ailes en or, / Elle a les yeux bleu-gris. Son signe est imminent, / Sa touche est caressante, / Naguere, en passant, / Elle m’a marquee, souriante. Je vais attendre toujours, / Je vais attendre encore / Le prodigieux a...»