«Sisters — heaviness and tenderness — your signs are so alike! / Bees and wasps suck at a heavy rose. / A man dies, the heated sand cools down / And yesterday’s sun is carried out on a black litter. Ah! heavy honeycombs and tender nets. / To lift a stone is lighter than to repeat your ...»
«Take for joy from my outstretched palms / A little honey and a little sun / As we were implored by the bees of Proserpine. No one can loose a boat that is unmoored. / No one can hear the shadow shod in fur. / One cannot track down fear in the dense forest of life. We are left only with kis...»
«Through the dark gypsy camp, the streets of night, I shall be rushing / Seeking a blossoming alder branch in a black-springed sleigh, / For a bonnet of snow I shall be searching, for the endless mill-wheel noise. I remember a chestnut strand of hair — as a misfired shot / Smoked through wit...»
«I cannot breathe; the solid earth wriggles with worms / and not a star speaks out. / Yet the gods know there is music aloft, / for the station trembles, the Aonians sing, / and, soon to be rent by the engine s whistle, / the air sleeps like a violin. A gleaming park. The glass dome of the...»