«Feast your eyes upon shining / Midday sun in distant blues — / Distances that feed the pining / Which has overtaken you... Who could measure in an instant / What’s beyond the azure glare? / Just the longing for the distant / With a strange unknown despair...»
«Foreseeing you, as years are passing by — / Your image is unchanged in my perception. / I cannot bear the lucid, blazing sky, / And so I wait — in love and in dejection. / The sky is blazing, — you will soon appear, / But how I fear: You image will be changed, / And the suspicion...»
«The spring is breaking river ice, / I feel no pity for the dead: / Upon new summits now I rise, / Forgetting ravines, now my eyes / Reflect blue distances ahead. In smoky flames, I’ll feel no woe, / I won’t be grieving by the crosses, / I wait here for a sudden blow, / Or the divi...»
«You would cut the lagoon with your oar. / You and I, we would meet up at sunset. / I fell in love with the dress that you wore, / All my prior ambitions were nonsense. Left alone, we would quietly sit, / And our silence was awkward and moody. / On the shore, evening candles were lit. / ...»