«There is this hard, / This shameful. / Almost impossible — / Hard: It is to lift the eyelashes / And look into the face of a mother, / Whose son was killed. / But one shouldn’t talk about that.»
«Smiling nervously but brightly, / conscious of her youth and fame, / she set the way that she was asked to / indifferently — or playing games. Under heaven's dome's eternal childhood / April nineteen hundred twelve / has promised her in Ospedaletti / only prosperity and s...»
«Marina, how I love to know that / like everyone else, like me – / who cannot speak now through my frozen throat / because to speak of it is like swallowing ice – / to know that you, a creature of light! of snow! / were like the rest of us, given lessons in music. / And there was a wa...»
«Now on three sides the darkness grows deeper / with the coming of dawn, and still my / hand has no courage to reach through the solid / air to the white paper on the table. For reason can not honestly resist my / sense of limitation! Now I cannot / let my hand wrote any of those careless ...»