«From where is this tenderness coming? / These curls are not the first that I have / So slowly stroked, and some lips I have / Known were darker than yours. The stars rose, and then went out. / (From where is this tenderness coming?) / The eyes rose, and then went out / So close to my ow...»
«In a window, light, / No one's asleep. / Drinking wine tonight? / Or not drinking it? / Or two lovers can't, / Let each other go... / Every house, friends, / Has this kind of window. Trysts and partings scream — / Window in the dark! / Maybe — a hundred beams, / May...»
«How’re you living with another? / Easier? — A splash of oar! — / Has your memory quickly rather / Vanished like an ocean shore? The memory of me (an island, high / In the sky, not in the sea!); / Souls, o souls... You will be bound by / Sympathy, not fervency! How’re yo...»
«A human body ‘s bare; / A singleton, god’s jesting. / The soul is bloody weary / Of such a solid casing. / A silver dollar matches / Its eyes, and rivals ears, / The skin — all scars and scratches — / Stretched to the bones adheres. Out through the eyes aspired / Into the sk...»