«I went into the night to know / The distant stir, the nearby chatter, / To give myself to nothing, so / I might believe in dream-hooves’ clatter. The road in pallid moonlight seemed / With footsteps now to be resounding. / There only someone’s shadow streamed / And sank behind the h...»
«Aren’t you the one who lights soul’s fire? / Uncovers all that it has hidden? / And did you not the song inspire / That mad and random comes unbidden? Have faith! I’ll give you back this life / When you unveil another chantry / To poet burdened by his strife, / From dark to light ...»
«And a bonfire high was soaring / Over him upon the cross. / Frigid stars are him ignoring, / Inky night disdains his loss. Spinners of the snowy winters, / Maidens of the night, pass by, / Eyes just open, tight like splinters, / See them twist the smoke’s thread high. And the height ...»
«Allow my soul’s burnt out redeeming, / The chance to glory in life’s course / And by my solitary dreaming / To joy in your undying force. You are divine, beyond comparing, / Your merriment and sorrow are / My sacred shrine, my heart’s declaring / My prophet’s calling from afar. ...»