«There's one night left to build fortifications. / It's in my hands, the hope for our salvation. I'm yearning for the past; then I could warn / Those who were doomed to perish in this war. A man across the street would hear me cry, / "Come here, now, and death will pass you by." I'd know the...»
«Be it fortune or misfortune / Trust the simple truth: / Never go back home in search of / our departed youth. Cindered ruins have been cleared / And the place restored. / Yet, we won't discover there / What we are looking for. Trips to yesteryear, oh brother, / I would forbid to all...»
«I built my wealthy home; it is a real feat, / All made of solid wood; no marble slab, no tiling, / My flowers, fountain, and vineyard seemed beguiling / To noble visitors, those of the royal suite. To fill my rooms with sun and air, as I like / Three heavy walls were taken down by my order,...»
«Poetry has to be strange / And senseless, vague, out of range, / And clear like glass, and also it / Must be as simple as day’s heat. Like moisture of a creek — clean / With everything alike and kin, / And branchy like a tree, alive, / And very brief like our life.»