«Perhaps you not need me not this minute, / Night; from sea foams of the world — / A shell without a pearl within it — / Upon your shores I have been hurled. With mists the ocean you embellish / And wordlessly you sing as well; / But you will love, and you will cherish / The pretense...»
«Oh your image, haunting me yet blurred, / In the fog I could not touch or feel. / "Goodness me" by error slipped the word / Unawares, yet heeding its appeal. Name of god, like a large bird, so intensely, / Took a flight right out of my chest. / Straight ahead the fog is steaming densely /...»
«White light falls in cold measure / In damp forest on summer day / In my heart I am slowly carrying / Sadness, like bird colored gray. What to do with a bird that is wounded? / She went silent, then died as well. / From a fogged-over belltower / Someone has stolen the bell. And here st...»
«The dusk of autumn — just like rusted metal / Sings, violates and eats through flesh / That falls like all temptation and Cresus's capital / Before the razor blade of your anguish. My God! Like by a dancing snake I'm falling / Exhausted, and before her I am meek; / My soul's salvation I...»