«Confusion I The burning light was stifling, / His glances – like the rays. / I only shuddered slightly: / This one can tame my ways. / He’ll lean in, speaking, brazen… / I’m pale, out of fright. / Let love become the gravestone / That lies upon my life.»
«Confusion II Don’t love me, don’t wish to see me? / So handsome, and cursed all the while! / And now, I can’t even fly freely, / Though I’ve always had wings as a child. / The fog fills my eyes with clouds, / Things and faces are fused, all in all, / Just a single small tulip s...»
«Confusion III You approached me, smiling mildly, / As by civility’s demand, / Then, half tenderly and half idly, / With a kiss you brushed my hand — / And the faces, mysterious, ancient, / Cast their gazes on me forthright… / All ten years of my trepidations, / Each and every s...»
«The feather grazed the carriage roof. / I looked into his eyes. / The heart was aching, yet aloof / As to the reason why. The windless sky had the evening wedged, / Grief fettered it to the brink, / The Bois de Boulogne resembled a sketch / In an album, in India ink. The smells of petr...»