«A graveyard chapel and a crypt, / With wreaths and icons, windows glazed, / And from a frame wound round with crape — / The large clear eyes peer out amazed. The votive candles walls illume, / Through dust on glass the chapel glows. / “In crypt I lie, midsummer, noon?” / A soft...»
«Porridge-head / Was a pope, who is dead. / He went out a-shopping one day / To look for some wares on the way; / And he came on Balda1, who was there. / Who was going he knew not where, / And who said, “Why so early abroad, old sire? / And what dost require?” / He replied, “For...»
«FIRST VOICE Where, oh where are you, my dear one? / Bend over me, my love. / A dark winged phantom / In a dream has me been threatening, / And stricken / In dim twilight beyond day. / My heart beat painfully. SECOND VOICE Who calls to me? FIRST VOICE Why / Are you so far away / ...»
«Morning and evening, darkness and light — / Fishermen black and fishermen white. / The world’s like an ocean; like fishes are we, / Like fishes that swim in the depths of the sea. The world’s like an ocean where fishermen wait, / Preparing their nets, their hooks and their bait. / H...»