«A fairy once dwelt in a forest, / And bathed in its silvery streams; / One day she was caught by the fishers, / While morning was shedding its gleams. The fishers all scattered, affrighted, / But Marco, a fisherman young; / He kissed her, embraced, and caressed her, / So vigorous, youth...»
«Like other men, transfixed, / I want to serve you zealously, / Tell fortunes with the lips / Completely dry from jealousy. / A word does not suppress / This dryness spreading through, / Dense air is emptiness / For me without you. I want you now so awfully, / No longer jealous-green...»
«I washed myself in the yard late. / Coarse stars made the sky glow. / Starlight — salt on an axe-blade. / The barrel, brimming full, cooled off. The outside gates are all clasped, / The earth’s harshness is nonesuch. / No foundation is as pure as / A canvas still fresh, untouched. ...»
«The scalp is tingling all around / From the chill, what can I do, — / As the time now cuts me down / Like the heel right off your shoe. Life is overwhelming life, / Sound is melting, bit by bit, / Something’s off, I feel deprived, / With no time to harp on it. Life was better, was ...»