«The wooden organ did not roar this evening. / The cradle song of Schubert to us sang / The windmill blew and in the hurricane's singing / Laughing blue-eyed intoxication rang. The world of ancient song is green and brown, / The world of ancient song, young for all age, / Where nightingale...»
«Your fabulous enunciation — / Hot whistling of a bird of prey, / Create a true representation / Of silken eyelids, I dare say. "What" — and the head has fallen / "Why" — I am asking you / And far away the leaves are calling: / We live upon this planet too. So let them say that...»
«The essence of farewell I have extracted / From hatless laments of the sleepless night / As oxen chew, and waiting grows protracted, / And end of city vigil is in sight — / And I recall the rooster night with fear / When lost in doleful journey for too long / Into the void the tear-dre...»
«1 Upon Pieria's great stone cascades / The muses were conducting their first choir / And just like bees, the blind musicians made / Gifts of Ionian honey from their lyres. / From a young woman's convex forehead / Cold air blew in gusts like rays of sun / That the archipelago's tender co...»