«After a night of insomnia, the body slows: / Dear, but not his, not anyone’s — to have. / In sluggish veins the moan of arrows, / You smile at everyone, like a seraph. After a night of insomnia, arms hang low, / You’re indifferent to friend or enemy, / In every random sound there’...»
«Why such tenderness? / Not the first — these curls / I stroke, I’ve known, yes, / Lips much darker than yours. As stars fade and rise, / — Why such tenderness? / Eyes have risen / And faded to my eyes. Yet with no such song / Have I heard night darker / Crowned — O tender...»
«Two suns grow cool — Oh Lord, give rest! / One — in the sky, one — in my breast. How those two suns — can conscience free me? — / How those two suns scorched me madly! Both grow cool — neither pains the eye! / And the hotter one is the first to die.»
«I know the truth! Renounce all others! / There’s no need for anyone to fight. / For what? — Poets, generals, lovers? / Look: it’s evening, look: almost night. Ah, the wind drops, earth is wet with dew, / Ah, the snow will freeze the stars that move. / And soon, under the earth, weâ€...»