«Three women — drunk, staggering, muddy — / Supporting each other, they go. / The belfries in murkiness shudder, / The crosses on churches tilt low. When heard their talk, mixed and crazy, / That sounds like song, high and hoarse, / They giggle — the coachmen, lazy, / They pass by...»
«I like the evening light, and lights, that first inflamed, / And the pale sky, where the stars are not, yet, here. / Oh, how strange are looks of men in slow shade: / They simply look at me without shame and fear. And I am their kin, forgetting their sins, — / The sins of passing men, so ...»
«Don't think of something small or earthly, / If blasts a fateful storm above — / And don't be shameful of your fear, / Just bend your head before your dear. / Your pliant heart is joining, gladly, / The Genesis by means of love. Your love comes like a cloud, potent. / Pray, when you'v...»
«Not only in lives of the gods and demons, / the power of a number opens itself. / Pythagoras By ways, prohibited for humane meditations, / The prophets, dreamers, sibyls and diviners, / Out of consciousness, oozed into habitation, / Where reign in glory the majestic numbers. An intuition...»