«No letter came for me today: / Did he forget or go away thereafter, / The spring is like a trill of silver laughter / The boats are bobbing in the bay. / No letter came for me today… He was with me not very long ago, / So much in love, so gentle and all mine, / But that was still the ...»
«O, do not sigh about me, anxious, / This grief is criminal and vain, / Here, on the grayness of the canvas, / I have emerged so strange and vague. With frenzy smiling in my eyes, / With flailing arms, the pain of fracture, / And I could not be otherwise / Before the bitter hour of raptu...»
«The smell of dark blue grapes is sweet… / Intoxicating vastness calls. / Your voice is flat and downbeat. / I pity no one, not a soul. The spiderwebs surround the berries, / Thin are the stems of supple vines, / The river’s bright blue water carries / The clouds of white like floes ...»
«And even with you we’ve parted, / My first fancy. The east grew blue. / “I will never forget you,” you uttered. / I could hardly suppose it was true. Faces emerge and vanish again, / Dear today, but tomorrow - strange. / But what exactly caused me to bend / The corner to mark this...»