«Aflame with a thirst for light / The dawn is ashamed to arise; / Frigid, clear, and albumine, / A bird's wing sprung up. / The sun is still invisible, / But the soul is alright.»
«In strange greetings / I hear speech's soft tones, / See familiar eyes, / Sense the heart's pulse. — Common-bond manacles / Are sanded by sounds... / Their silent suffering / Only you will understand!»
«The embers fade. A lucid flame / flickers in the half-light, / like a butterfly’s azure wing / on a scarlet poppy. A scattering of motley visions / soothes my tired eyes. / Faces I can’t quite distinguish / gaze from the grey ash. Past happiness and sadness rise – / a friendly,...»
«Whispers, timid breathing, / trills of a nightingale, / the silver and the shiver / of a sleepy rill. Pale light and nighttime shadows, / shadows without end, / all the magic transformations / ...»