«He walked over fields and over village, / And he asked the people from afar: / "Where is she, where is the happy glimmer / Of her eyes that seem to be gray stars? Here the final days of spring / Come along, in turbid fire. / Still more frequent, still more tender / Are the dreams I hav...»
«Wide and yellow's evening light, / Tender is the April chill, / You are late by many years / But I am glad of you still. Come and sit right next to me, / With the happy eyes come look: / Here, my childhood poetry / Is in this blue notebook. That I lived rueful and little / Was glad o...»
«Whether to look for you on earth — / I don't know if you're dead or you live — / Or about you in the evening / I should for you, departed, grieve. All is for you: and the daily prayer / And the sleeplessness' swooning flame / And the white flock of my poems / And my eyes' blue viole...»
«No, my prince, I am not the one / On whom you'd rather lay your eyes, / And for long these lips of mine / Do not kiss, but prophesize. Do not think I'm in delirium / Or with boredom I do whine / Loudly I speak of pain: / It's the very trade of mine. And I know how to teach, / That th...»