«Pallid young man with an ardent expression, / Listen, today I will give you three precepts. / Here is the first one: don’t live in the present, / Only the future is the sphere of the poet. Remember the second: have a feeling for no one, / Just for yourself nurture love which is boundless....»
«“Stonemason, stonemason, in your white apron, / What are you building? For whom?” / “Oh, don’t disturb us, for we’re busy working, / Building a prison — a tomb.” “Stonemason, stonemason, with your true trowel, / Who will be weeping inside?” / “Neither you nor your brot...»
«When they say to me: “Alexandria” — / I see the white walls of a house, / A smallish garden with beds of stocks, / The pale sun of an autumn sunset, / And I hear the sounds of distant flutes. When they say to me: “Alexandria” — / I see the stars above a retiring city, / Drun...»
«What rain! / Our sail is drenched / and one cannot see that it was striped, / The rouge runs down your cheeks, / and you look like a dye worker from Tyre. / Nervously we crossed the threshold / of the charcoal burner’s low mud hut; / The man with the scar on his forehead / pushed a...»