«When they say to me: “Alexandria” — / I see the white walls of a house, / A smallish garden with beds of stocks, / The pale sun of an autumn sunset, / And I hear the sounds of distant flutes. When they say to me: “Alexandria” — / I see the stars above a retiring city, / Drun...»
«What rain! / Our sail is drenched / and one cannot see that it was striped, / The rouge runs down your cheeks, / and you look like a dye worker from Tyre. / Nervously we crossed the threshold / of the charcoal burner’s low mud hut; / The man with the scar on his forehead / pushed a...»
«If they say: “you must suffer both torture and burning” — / I shall joyously sing on the stake that will finish my life — / Obedient. If I had to abandon my singing forever, / I would silently offer my tongue and my hands to the knife — / ...»
«Some rose from the underground, / Some from exile, factories, mines, / Poisoned by suspicious freedom / And the hitter smoke of cities. / Others from military ranks, / From noblemen’s ravished nests, / Where to the country churchyard / They carried dead fathers and brothers. / In s...»