«I. Horses along the ride, / Long waves of combed manes. / O enchanting town of enigmas, / I’m sad. I’m in love with you. Strange to recall soul’s longing, / Suffocating, delirious death. / Now I’m simply a plaything, / Like the green parrot, my friend. If you wish to, look in ...»
«Now the pillow’s / Hot on both sides. / A second candle / Dies, the ravens cry / Endlessly. / No sleep all night, / Too late to think of sleep... / How unbearably white / The blind’s white deep. / Hello, Morning!»
«To the right, wasteland by the cemetery, / Beyond it the river’s dull blue. / You said: "Go, get thee, to a nunnery / Or get a fool to marry you…" Though that’s always how Princes speak, / Still, I’ve remembered the words. / As an ermine mantle let them stream, / Behind him, thr...»
«Hands clasped, under the dark veil. / "Today, why are you so pale?" / – Because I’ve made him drink his fill / Of sorrow’s bitter tale. How could I forget? He staggered, / His mouth twisted with pain... / I ran down not touching the rail, / I ran all the way to the gate. "I was j...»