«The Moon is like the round shield / Of a hero slain decades ago. / My heart is sick with a vague guilt / And of presentiments aglow. Through a smocky medow, and field, / And a deep ocean, a cruel foe, / With th' tilted forwars spear and shield, / Steals slowly up my monster woe. Excite...»
«Yes, I know, we're not a pair, / In some other land I was born, / What I like is not the guitar / But the wild blows of a horn. Not to gowns and tails I deliver / My best poems in luxurious halls, / I would rather read them to a river, / To the clouds and waterfalls. And I love, like i...»
«Be blessed the finest wine that 's loving us, / And the good bread that goes for us to a roaster, / And the hot woman that will first harass / But finally allow us to test her. Yet, what we'll do with Phoebus' chariot / That conveys Sun, harnessed with its six horses, / With dawn cool and...»
«No word, keep secret and withhold / Your feelings and your dreams untold — / But in your deepest soul of all / Permit their rising and their fall / Like stars that shine at night, unheard; / Just contemplate them — and no word. / How can the soul itself impart? / How can anot...»