«My heart was chilled and numb, / But my feet were light. / I fumbled the glove for my left hand / Onto my right. It seemed there were many steps, / I knew — there were only three. / Autumn, whispering in the maples, / Kept urging: "Die with me! I’m cheated by joylessness, / Chang...»
«Drink my soul, as if with a straw / I know it’s bitter, intoxicating taste. / I won’t disturb the torment with pleading, / Oh, for weeks now I’ve been at peace. Tell me, when you’re done. No sadness, / That my soul’s no more of this world. / I’ll walk down that road nearby / ...»
«I’ve written down the words / That I’ve not dared to speak. / My body’s strangely dumb. / Dully my head beats. The horn cries have died. / The heart’s still confused. / On the croquet lawn, light / Autumn snowflakes fused. Let the last leaves rustle! / Let last thoughts torme...»
«I came here, in idleness. / Where I’m bored: all the same to me! / A sleepy hilltop mill, yes, / Here years pass silently. Over convolvulus gone dry / The bee swims past, ahead, / I call to that mermaid by / The pond: the mermaid’s dead. Thick with mud, and rusted, / The wide pon...»