«My neighbours, for pities, — a two blocks more, / Old women, for customs, — until the gate, / But he, whose hand was in mine afore, / Will go with me where my pit is settled. / And will he, alone, stand on the ground — / O’er the black, native and mellow soils, / And loudly call...»
«In cloudy darkness, the bored crescent-sable / Had sent to our room its grim shine. / Six sets are installed on the white of the table, / And empty of them — only one. We wait — I, my husband and few friends of mine — / For time the New Year to be met. / But, just like a poison, bu...»
«The moon, weary in the pall of cloud, / cast a murky glance at the hill. / The table was laid for six, / and only one place was empty. My husband, myself and my friends / are seeing the new year in. / Why are my fingers covered as with blood? / Why does the wine burn like poison? The h...»
«Oh, if I’ve known, when, in dress of whiteness, / Muse was just coming to my living place, / That to the lyre, stoned in the timeless, / My hands’ warm flesh will be forever pressed. Oh, if I’ve known, when was flying fierce / And playful tempest of my love, the last, / That to the ...»