«O you the ancient rhymes and rhythms, / Seized on by many poets, / The banal, cheap, and puny ones, / Cliches overcooked and boiled! / You sound with the guitar strings, / With rhythms and rhyme impoverished, / Than all new things more beautiful / To my simplistic soul! You were under...»
«I know nothing, I trust in nothing, / I no longer in life see its brighter side. / I approach my friend as if he were a lion / I need nothing else. I am bored and tired. Someone knifes someone, smothers another.. / Everywhere, cheating, lying and greed. / Would eyes not see and would ears...»
«She lies, opening her teats, strong, swollen, wide, / And at her breasts, their equal gift bestowing, / Mad Nero and meek Buddha clutch, unknowing, / As clinging twins who suckle side by side. / She holds two vessels, whence, forever flowing, / The streams of Life and Death serenely g...»
«Three times I saw him face to face. / The first time was in the gardens — / I had been sent to fetch food for my comrades, / and to make the journey shorter / I took the path by the palace wing; / suddenly I caught the tremor of strings, / and, being tall of stature, / I peered th...»