«Insanity — and good reason, / Disgrace — and honor, / All, that brings on thoughtfulness, / Is spilling over — In me. — All the penal passions / Become as one! — / All images wage war inside / This hair of mine! The lover's whisper, all around / By rote I know, / Experi...»
«My ancestor was a rider, / A thief, man with violin. / Is this not why my taste wanders / And hair smells of wind? Does not he steal from a car, / Tan, apricots with my hand, / The author of my passionate fate, / Hook-nosed and curly-haired. Twirling between teeth a wild rose / He wo...»
«Sleep the rattles and dogs of neighbors — / Not one voice, not one car. / O lover, do not investigate / Why I am parting the bar. New moon to a midnight is going: / Hour of monks — and of sharp-eyed birds, / Hour of youths and conspirators, / Hour of lovers and murderers. Here eac...»
«There is no day's temptation / In a folio in which people die. / To woman — all of the planet, / To woman — Ars Amandi. Heart — of a lovers' potion / Heart — is more loyal than all. / Somebody's mortal sin is / Woman from the cradle. Ah, so far to the heaven! / Lips — ...»