«A breast kissed wet, as though under a shower! / But summer streams do not flow forever, / And we cannot stay on here night after night, / Raising dust to the accordion’s low drone. I’ve heard about old age — a frightening prediction! / No crashing wave will lift its hands to the star...»
«I quivered. I flared up, and then was extinguished. / I shook. I had made a proposal — but late, / Too late. I was scared, and she had refused me. / I pity her tears, am more blessed than a saint. I stepped into the square. I could be counted / Among the twice-born. Every leaf on the ...»
«The muffled sound of the fruit / that carefully broke from a branch, / amid the incessant chant / of the silence deep in the woods...»
«A basilica stands where Roman justice / judged another nation: displaying its nerves, / as joyful as Adam to have stood there first, / the light cross-vault plays with its muscles. / / But a secret scheme is revealed outside: / the strength of the saddling arches forestalls / the buck...»