«It's no use — you will not understand them — / The more liberal the more base and cruel. / Civilization for them is a fetish, / But inaccessible to them is its ideal. / / Though you may bow before it, citizens, / You will never win Europe's recognition: / In its eyes you will alw...»
«If death is night, if life is day – / Oh, how the motley day drains me! / And shadows grow above me dense, / My head bowing low toward sleep... Made powerless, I surrender to it... / But through the mute dark flash fantasies – / Somewhere, above, there a clear day sparkles / And an ...»
«He's taken all from me, executioner God. / Health, strength of will, the air, and sleep. / Only one thing did he leave me, and that / Is you, that I may continue to praise him.»
«Now the golden leafage is beggared. / Shining through the porches of autumn, / Shows the cool blue stillness of heaven. / Lo, the thin-trunked grove is transcended: / Carved in stone, a columned cathedral. / Smoke-scrolls wind about the frail friezes; / Flung above the doors is a curtain...»