«Le silence est l’ame des choses. / Rollinat My life’s burden’s for me light and shone, / I won’t you to be baffled or wound; / And not God, who had thought on a stone — / I do pity the stone he’s found. I do pity the violet, faded — / Just in vain — just forgot among pag...»
«We almost lost our minds through that mad sky: / It blinds us with its fire or its snow, / And, baring teeth, like any beast of wild, / Old winter hides in April very slow. No sooner has it fallen into sleep, / That has again its helmet over brows, / And those streams, gone into snow deep...»
«I see always the page that is filled on / By the muddy-black blotches of ink. / I am able from men to be hidden, / But to where could I run from night’s brink? All that live has become so distant, / That didn’t come — so perfectly watched, / And forgotten lines merge from that insta...»
«Sonnet The life’s chance and creative spirit / United painfully in you, / And midst the beauty’s hitting views / There’s not so airy and exquisite… In the world desert’s sandy grounds — / Where all’s a host, you fell in love / With cosmos of the different sounds / And flo...»