«How the world does change! And I change just the same! / I go by but one name, / Yet not mine, but ours, is the name I'm given. / We are many. Living / Am I. So my blood might not grow cold, I've died / More — far more deaths than one. / How many dead bodies I have cast aside / From ...»
«Florence was my stepmother, / But I came to rest in Ravenna, / Passer-by, speak not of betrayal, / Let death seal such events. Above my white-washed tomb / A pigeon coos, sweet bird, / I dream only of my city, / To her alone keep my word. Songs played with a broken lute / Sound diffe...»
«Guardian angel was watching, / In my room where fire glowed. / He kept eye over the lodging, / Where, in ailment, I abode. Driven frail by the sickness, / From my fellows far away, / I would dream, and in sequence / Before me the visions lay. I could see myself headed / From my birth...»
«I have seen in a dream a juniper brush, / I have heard a distant metallical crush, / A ringing of amethyst berries I caught, / And quietly sleeping, I liked it a lot. I sensed through the dream the sap in the air. / Looking in through the branches I was aware, / In the gloom of the wood, ...»