«My feather brushed the carriage roof. / I was gazing into his eyes. / The pain, in my heart, I failed to know, / Caused by my own sighs. The evening breathless, heavily-chained / Under a heavenly cloud-bank, / As in the Bois de Boulogne, stained, / In some old album, with Indian ink. S...»
«I won’t beg for your love. / It’s safely laid aside…. / I won’t be penning jealous / Letters to your bride. / But be wise, take my advice: / Give her my poems to read, / Give her my photos beside — / Be kind to the newly-wed! / Oh, knowledge is better for geese, / Feeling...»
«In the garden strains of music, / Full of inexpressible sadness. / Scent of the sea, pungent, fresh, / On an ice bed, a dish of oysters. He said to me: "I’m a true friend!" / And then touched my dress. / How unlike an embrace / The closeness of his caress. Thus, you stroke birds or c...»
«En las afueras de la ciudad crece solitario un barrio / Sobre una tierra movediza y pantanosa. / Allí viven los poetas y se saludan / Unos a otros con una sonrisa arrogante. El día se levanta inútil y radiante / Sobre este triste pantano: / Sus habitantes lo dedican al vino / Y al tr...»