«Let life torment, and the day lived / Trouble with echoes of bitter thoughts, / And sorrow gnaw the soul cunningly. / Look in the skies of night; / Where the starry dew falls, / Where the Milky Way, like a streak, / Has lain to multiply light with light; / Look humbly into the miracles...»
«Don’t listen to me, no worth to it: the poor / Words I speak; I lie. And if / the heart has conquering knowledge. / I keep it from people. Like children, people are evil and innocent, / Loving, they know how to offend. / They aren’t of mountains — buts valleys… / They need to kn...»
«To return to simplicity — why? / Perhaps I do know why. / But that returning is not for everyone. / Those like me, cannot. Through a nettling shrub I pass, / It is prehensile, I will not break away... / Let me fall, / I will not reach a second simplicity, / There is no going back.»
«Brightly the hooves clatter... / What is it, by the bridge? / All erased, all is forgotten, / In the secret of thoughts, a void... / I only listen to the hooves, / to the din and cries by the bridge. It starts running stoutly, huddling, / The multilegged It. / Entrancing — and borin...»