«6. Let me not fall behind you! I am the — condemned, / You're — the guard. Our fate is one. / And one is the empty void / On the road destined for us. Oh, and I have a calm disposition! / Oh, and my eyes are clear! / Let me go, take me, guard, / On a stroll to that pine tree!»
«The Moon is like the round shield / Of a hero slain decades ago. / My heart is sick with a vague guilt / And of presentiments aglow. Through a smocky medow, and field, / And a deep ocean, a cruel foe, / With th' tilted forwars spear and shield, / Steals slowly up my monster woe. Excite...»
«Yes, I know, we're not a pair, / In some other land I was born, / What I like is not the guitar / But the wild blows of a horn. Not to gowns and tails I deliver / My best poems in luxurious halls, / I would rather read them to a river, / To the clouds and waterfalls. And I love, like i...»
«Be blessed the finest wine that 's loving us, / And the good bread that goes for us to a roaster, / And the hot woman that will first harass / But finally allow us to test her. Yet, what we'll do with Phoebus' chariot / That conveys Sun, harnessed with its six horses, / With dawn cool and...»