«What, are you grown dull now and perplexed? / Look at me as you used to. / See What in abasement you’ve become, / In the sharp incorruptible light of day! I am myself not what I was — no longer / Distant, proud, and pure and wicked. / I look upon the simple boring earthly round / Wi...»
«At first she turned the whole thing to a joke, / Then understood, and started to reproach me. / Shaking her lovely head from side to side / She started wiping tears away with her handkerchief. And teasing me with her teeth she laughed, / Unexpectedly forgetting the whole thing. / As sudde...»
«I must read only children’s books, / Cherish only children’s thoughts, / Scatter all big things far and wide, / Rise up from the deep-rooted sadness. I’m weary to death of life, / And accept nothing from it, / But I love my unfortunate land / Because I’ve not seen any other. In...»
«She is still unborn, / She is both music and word, / And thus the unbreakable bond / Of all that is alive. The breasts of the sea heave serenely, / But, like a madman, the day is full of light, / And the pale lilac of the foam / Lies in the turbid sky-blue vessel. May my lips at last a...»