«By the early sunrise seized, / I sing of love aloud, / In the garden, on my knees / Weeding goosefoot out. I tear it out and I hurl — / Pardon this offense. / I see a little barefoot girl / Crying by the fence. Voice of sorrow rings and swells, / Filling me with dread, / Stronger...»
«A loafer, wandering around, — / No matter where, I’m pining bored. / The mill is drowsing on the mound. / Here, years can pass without a word. Above the dodder, all dried up, / A bee glides gently in the breeze, / I call the mermaid by the pond, / But the mermaid’s long deceased. ...»
«I didn’t lock the door / And candles weren’t lit, / Exhausted, sleepy, sore, — / I wouldn’t sleep a bit. I’d watch lights dying down, / And gloomy evening firs, / And get drunk on the sounds / A voice, so much like yours. My loss - a heavy burden / And life is agony! / I ...»
«The threshing barn is stifling and hot, / I laugh, but in my heart, I weep from spite. / My old friend mumbles to me: “Jinx it not, / Can’t you discern that luck is on our side!” I listen to my old friend’s words with doubt. / He’s lost his sight, he’s ludicrous and vile. / He...»