«What heavy, dark delirium! / The turbid moonlight on these peaks! / To have touched the violin so many years / And in the light not recognize its strings! Who needs us? Who has lit up / Two yellow faces, both so melancholy... / Then suddenly the bow felt / Someone take them up and someo...»
«It happened in Vallen-Koski1, / The rain descended from somber clouds, / And planks of wood, yellow and sodden, / Plunged over the mournful rocks. After such a cold night we were yawning, / Tears stood in our eyes: / To divert ourselves, for the fourth time, / We threw a doll into the w...»
«Outside, the music is steeped / In such ineffable sadness. / The ice-packed oysters on the dish / Have the sharp, fresh tang of sea. He said to me: "I really am / A true friend!" — and he touched my dress. / How unlike a caress it was, / The touch of those hands. This is how cats or ...»
«August — asters, / August — stars, / August — bunches / Of grapes and ashberry / Rusty — August! Like a child, August / You play with your apple / Good-natured and full of weight. / Like with hand, with your imperial / Name you do caress the heart: / August! — Heart!...»