«He was jealous, and anxious, and tender. / And I was like God’s sun to him. / To stop her from singing of the days she remembered, / He killed my white bird on a whim. He entered the front room at dusk and implored: / “Love me, laugh, and continue to write!” / And I buried the cheer...»
«Love’s memory — a heavy weight! / And I must sing upon its coals. / For others men, — its blaze creates / A bit of warmth for cooling souls. To warm their sated bodies nightly, / They need my tears and I lament… / It’s not for this I sang, Almighty! / Partaking in love’s sa...»
«The sky’s azure lacquer is waning / And you can hear the ocarina play. / She’s just a little fife who’s made of clay, / What is the cause for all of her complaining? / Who left all of my sins for her exposed? / And why does she forgive me anyhow? / Or is a voice reciting to me now ...»
«Instead of wisdom — experience was / My fresh, non-quenching glass. / My youth was Sunday prayer’s words… / Could I forget my past? How many deserted roads were trod / With him, who wasn’t dear, / How many times did I bow to God, / For him, who was sincere… I have become forg...»