«Remembering the last night vision, / Caressed under a velvet throw. / What happen then? And who was winning? / Who’s overthrown? Rethinking everything all over, / Tormented over and above, / I could not name it, could not know it, / Or was it love? Who was the hunter, who was hun...»
«At sunset the crimson light weaves across the lake, / In the grove wood grouses cry with a strident clang. Out an oriole laments, holed up in a tree. / I alone don’t feel like crying, filled with joyful glee. You would slip away to me in the evening dusk, / We would sit in fresh cut hay un...»
«It makes me sad to look at you, / Oh, what a pain, or what a sorrow! / We’re left with willows’ copper hue / In this September chilly morrow. / / Strange lips have scattered and dispelled / Your body warmth and tender quivers. / As if my torpid soul repelled / The drizzle throug...»
«Oh, what a night! I cannot sleep. / Unsettled by this blazing moonness. / As if I reverently keep / Within my soul the wasted youth ways. Oh, lover of the tepid days, / Do not take dalliance for feelings, / But let these lucid moonlight rays / Rain streaming down on my pillow. Allow t...»