«I look at you with indifference, and I / Can’t soothe the anguish in my heart... / Today it is wearisomely oppressive. / But the sun has hidden in haze. I know that I cherish a dream, yet at / Least I am faithful to dreams — but you? / The dying leaves will fall into the / Avenue as...»
«Among the worlds, in the stars’ twinkling / I repeat one Star’s name... / Not because I would love Her, / But because with others I pine away. And if doubt weighs heavily on me, / I entreat an answer from Her alone... / Not because brightness comes from Her, / But because with Her n...»
«First the blue of noon’s flames, / Then the scarlet of daybreak’s / Flames; am I tired of the clear-cut / Lines, is the sun itself tired? But through the dark-leafed canopy / I await another sun, the / Color of the golden hollyhock. / Or of the rose and the gold ducat. It will be s...»
«In the waves’ mist are both splashes of / Silver and washed-out enameled colors... / I so love the autumn mornings for the / Tender irrevocableness of their caress! And I love the foam on the shore / When it restlessly shows white... / Here, while the sky is hot, I greedily / Preserve...»