«Once again, once again / I’m a star for / you. / Woe to the sailor who has taken / The wrong angle of the ship / On a star: / He will be shattered on the rocks, / On the underwater sandbanks. / Woe to you also who have taken / The heart’s wrong angle on me. / You will be shat...»
«The girls, those who pace / With boots of black eyes / Upon the flowers of my heart. / The girls who put javelins / Upon their eyelashes’ lakes. / The girls who wash their feet / In the lake of my words.»
«For me it’s much more pleasant / To look at the stars / Than to sing up a prisoner / To a death sentence. / For me it’s much more pleasant / To listen to the voices of flowers, / Whispering: "It’s he" / Bending their heads, / As I walk through the garden — / Than to see the...»
«I call you to try with a sword / To touch the shirt. / It’s away. / Say with the sword: the King is naked. / What we’ve done with fuzz of breath / I call you to do with iron.»