«I am miserable. I can’t bear / It. I hear a blind man’s steps: / Above me all night long he / Stumbles about on the roof. And I do not know if these are / My tears that axe burning my / Heart, or are those which the / Blind man sheds without reply. Which flow from his dull eyes / ...»
«In impenetrable autumn, the fires are dimmed, / And cold splashes are flying; / In impenetrable autumn, the fires are dimmed. / They only gild the wheels’ tracks. In impenetrable autumn, the fires are dimmed, / But the poisoned fumes are dimmer; / I...»
«The shadow is consoling while it pours the / Buckthorn’s blood into the jasmine’s chlorosis... / But... the wind... the maples... the tree-tops’ / Noise with its reproach of an age-old remembrance... But... in the faded, ghostly / Moonlight the airy-black figure / Of plants, and you...»
«Oh, moonlit, melting distances! / Oh, dark, snowy road! my / Tired soul is aching and / Will not let me fall asleep. Across the stunted sweet peas. / Across the dead mignonette. / By means of square windows / I converse with the moon. Humbly my thought-pilgrim / Has folded her two wi...»