«No, today I do not want you, / Memory, so just hold your tongue, / You vainglorious procuress, / Don’t procure me anyone. Don’t seduce me down dark alleys, / To the places left behind – / To the bold or to the timid / Lips I’ve kissed so many times. Sacrilegiously inspired, / ...»
«Every evening now I pray / God to let me dream of you: / I have loved you to the point / Where I can no longer love. Every day I take a walk / Past our now deserted rooms, / Trying to arouse my memory, / But she can’t remember you… And I stubbornly repeat / Your name again and ye...»
«In those days the first words / Were heard in infantile melody, / Jehovah’s youthful anger roared / Above the world like spring thunder, And the cedars learned to cast their shade, / And Eve — she had only just fallen, / And her depths boiled with seed, / And the world was God, and ...»
«Oh, the unconquerable heaviness / Of these waters silenced / Behind centuries-old dams! Oh Lord! It’s still the same, it’s hard for me / With my heart full to overflowing, / And a muse who’s un-talkative.»