«A human being, as much as he is grand, / Essentially, is just a thinking plant. / We are related to all trees and grass, / And their kinship can’t belittle us. / We're given from before our birth / The steadfastness of plants, their life force.»
«Although the ages wait in line, / After we’re gone, to blossom, / The world keeps dying every time, / With every single person.»
«The boy there, on the bagpipes playing, / The girl, who weaves herself a wreath, / Two forest paths that cross while straying, / The fire in the fields beneath — I see it all. I witness it and stow / Deep in my heart, affectionately gentle. / There’s one thing only that I never know /...»
«Love conquers, deceitful and slow, / With a soft amateurish refrain. / So strange to think — not long ago / You weren’t dejected and gray. In the garden, at home, in the field, / Whenever she flashed her smile, / Wherever you were, you believed / You were free and out in the wild. ...»