«Riveting our eyes / On the blanching east, / Children of sorrow, children of night, / We wait, to see if our prophet shall come. / We are scenting out the unseen, / And, with hope in our hearts, / Dying, we grieve / Over uncreated worlds. / Our speech is daring, / But condemned to ...»
«On a soft and foggy path, / Rustling with autumn leaves, / Wearing the smile of young life, / A child picks a strange bouquet. The October night gets closer, / And the dying bouquet gets brighter, / And the lively eyes feast / On the exuberant hue of wilted leaves… The more inconsola...»
«My bearing is simple, / Poor is my homely roof. / Y’see, I’m an islander / From isles very far-off. I live – don’t need anyone! / You entered – don’t sleep nights. / To heat a stranger’s dinner – / Will set my house alight. You glanced – now we are friendly, / You e...»
«It’s cold in the world! A bed / Seems like heaven in autumn. / The hop is wavered by wind, / The hop prattles above the barn; / The rain repeats: pit-a-pat, / Onto the courtyard, pours and pours... / The light from the window — so weak! / To a child’s heart — so bitter! / The...»