«Like an ungraceful little girl you appeared before me. / Sappho "Like an ungraceful little girl you appeared before me" — / Ah, one line of Sappho pierced me like an arrow! / At night I mused over your curly little head, / Passion trading places with a mother’s tenderness in my frantic ...»
«And indeed you, slender youth, are lovely: / Two blue suns under an eyelash fringe, / And curls like a flowing black whirlwind, / More glorious than laurels, they wreathe your gentle face. Adonis himself is my young forebear! / You started the goblet, which today was handed over to me,— /...»
«You followed the games of little boys, / Having renounced the smiling doll. / From the cradle straight to the steed / A surplus of rage directed you. The years passed, without having darkened with / Wicked shadows any of the power-loving flashes / In your soul — how little of me there i...»
«I see you descending from the trolley — / utterly beloved, / The wind blows, wafting to the heart — / utterly beloved, / I do not tear away my gaze from you — / ...»