«Country, o my country! / Autumnal rainy tin. / The shivering streetlight reflects / Its lipless head in a black puddle. / / No, it’s best not to look, / Or else I’ll see something worse. / I’ll just keep squinting my eyes / At all this rusted haze. / / It’s warmer this ...»
«Don’t torment me with your icy demeanor / And don’t ask me how old I am. / I’ve got a severe falling sickness; / My soul is a yellow skeleton. / / There was a time when, hailing from outskirts, / In a smoke of my boyish dreams, / I imagined riches and fame, / And being loved b...»
«A blue May. An eventide warmth. / The ring at the gate makes no sound. / Sticky smell wafts from the sagebrush. / The cherry tree sleeps in a white gown. / / Through the wooden wings of the window, / The whimsical moon is weaving / The lace patterns of the fine curtains / And the wi...»
«At moments of so sad an air / When for a yellow shore I wish / A lady's voice bids, "May you fare / Well" as impulsive birch trees swish; Below the gray sky, first are snows / To lie on fields where flames have lain, / The sunless, faithless flyway goes / For many a snow driven crane......»