«And I need no girl. / By the cold of will, / By the trace of blue / I will alone go. Widowed and an orphan / You were till I conquered. / By the willing trace / Of rushing spring water. I'll wash away feats / From the glory, from pus. / In your glory I'll / Give drink to the hors...»
«O, by every wind / Shaken lotus! / George's shyness, / George's kindness... The childish — severe — deadly importance / Of gigantic eyes / Wide and moist. Thus deadly torment / From the rags peers. / And the excessive / Weight of a spear Not here — with a proud / Laugh,...»
«With thorn, not with laurel / As a king crowned, / In a saddle — with wings! Around the shape narrow / On the black velvet / Maltese gold is. Unbreakable thorn / Needles — a vow / To friend and God. High bending / Of a swan, on the side / A Maltese sword. The knight of Mal...»
«Blessed are the ones that left your daughters, Earth, / To fight in wartime battle and to run, / Blessed are the ones that having never tried / Comfort went to the fields Elysian. Thus grows the laurel - writer of the years, / Heater of battle, sober, with harsh leaves. / I will never exc...»