«The august day was softly fleeting / Into the twilight’s golden dust. / The noisy streetcars passed by, speeding. / And people passed. With no intention, absent-minded, / I took the quiet street, alone, / And church-bells sang somewhere behind me / Their quiet song. I thought of you ...»
«I never think or argue, or whine to any one. / I do not sleep. / I strive for neither sea, nor moon, nor sun, / Nor for the ship. I don’t perceive the warmth indoors or / The greenery of grass. / I don’t await the gift I wished for / To come at last. Neither the morning nor the str...»
«Beneath the plush plaid’s sweet caresses, / I piece together last night’s dream. / Who’s been defeated? — Who’s successful? — / What has it been? Rethinking everything once more, / I’m tortured and the pain persists. / In this, for which I know no word, / Did love exist? ...»
«My eyes are scorched by every gaze, / Each day is different in a way. / I am telling you this, just in case, / I should ever cheat and betray: No matter whose lips I’ll kiss / With passionate love and affection, / And no matter to whom, in bliss, / At night, I’ll vow in confession ...»