«I winced. Catching fire, I shivered with cold, / Just made a proposal of marriage. Too late — / I was nervous and frightened; her answer was no. — / I am grieved with her tears. And more blessed than a saint! I went out on the square. It seemed I was born / for a second time. Each insig...»
«A cardboard box of sugared orange — / My little garret. / No need to trudge through dingy lodgings / To the mortuary! I moved again into this room — / From superstition. / The paper on the walls is brown, / The door is singing. I h...»
«They bring a bouquet of thistles / And put it on the table. / Before me, a fire, a turmoil. / The purple dance of flames. / These sharp-pointed stars, / These splashes of northern lights. / Tambourines thunder and moan. / Lanterns burst from inside. / This too is a way of making worl...»
«In broad-brimmed hats, wearing long coats, / With notebooks full of your poems, / You have scattered long since into dust / Like branches of dry lilac. You are in the country without ready-made shapes, / Where all is disjointed, mixed up, broken, / Where instead of the sky there is o...»