«Take from my palms some sun to bring you joy / and take a little honey — so the bees / of cold Persephone commanded us. No loosing of the boat that is not moored, / no hearing of the shadow shod in fur, / no overcoming fear in life's dense wood. And kisses are all that's left us now, / ...»
«People? What do I care about people? / A peasant leading a bull; / A market woman, squatting — all / Breasts and legs, no waist, a shawl. And nature? Here's nature for you — / Rain and cold, or heat. / And tedium in all seasons, / Like the buzzing of a gnat. Of course, there are di...»
«If you want to live, then live... / Even if it means swinging a pick, Shoveling coal, or working with metal, / Or hauling barges on the mighty river, / With a "heave away!" ... / It's all dream stuff. / No one needs these arms of ...»
«The tune becomes a flower, / Unfolding, then shedding its petals. / It turns itself into sand and wind, / Flame-crazed, like a moth in spring, / Like the willow's branches, dipping into the water. A thousand years pass in an instant, / And the tune transforms itself into / A steady game...»