«My face turned upwards to the sky / One summer night I lay upon some hay / A lively close-knit starry chorus / Was flickering all around. The mute earth, nebulous and dreamlike, / Rushed off without a trace / And I, like Eden's first inhabitant, / Faced night's gaze all alone. Was it ...»
«I have come to you with greetings / To tell you the sun has risen, / To say that its burning light / Through the leaves has sent a flutter; To say that the woods have waked, / Every corner, and every twig, / Every bird has taken wing / Full of appetite for spring; To say I have come a...»
«What grief! The alley's end / Is lost in snow again today, / And once again, the silver snakes / Are crawling through the snow. The sky's without a patch of blue, / The steppe's completely smooth and white, / A single crow is struggling hard / To beat its wings against the storm. My s...»
«I blurred at once the chart of trite routine / by splashing paint with one swift motion. / I showed upon a plate of brawny glutin / the slanting cheekbones of the ocean / Upon the scales of tinny fishes / new lips summoned, though yet mute. / But could you / play / right to the finis...»