«The smell of dark blue grapes is sweet… / Intoxicating vastness calls. / Your voice is flat and downbeat. / I pity no one, not a soul. The spiderwebs surround the berries, / Thin are the stems of supple vines, / The river’s bright blue water carries / The clouds of white like floes ...»
«And even with you we’ve parted, / My first fancy. The east grew blue. / “I will never forget you,” you uttered. / I could hardly suppose it was true. Faces emerge and vanish again, / Dear today, but tomorrow - strange. / But what exactly caused me to bend / The corner to mark this...»
«The park was filled with a light haze, / At the gates, flames of gaslights arose, / I remembered only one gaze, / Still unknowing, calm and composed. And your sorrow, hidden from others, / Drew me close and opened forthright, / And you saw just how much I was smothered / By the poisonou...»
«I live, like a cuckoo in a clock, / I don’t resent the forest flock. / Wind me — and I sing each time. / Such a fate as mine, / You know, / I could only wish my foe.»