«Your love is like the Milky Way / Whose stellar dew inside me glimmers. / In dreams, its hidden torment shimmers / Like diamonds rippling in the waves. You are, like astral fluid, bitter, / The light of tears that pierces graves. / I am the skyline that obeys / The dawn, its blind and u...»
«The barren slope of the meandering valley / Is overgrown with hoary, wiry grass. / Spurge shows up white. Eroded beds of clay / Reveal the sparkling lead and shale and mica. The water-worn and slaty walls sprout capers; / A crevice clasps the olive’s withered trunk; / Above the hill, th...»
«A sacred wood was here. The messenger of gods / Would let his winged foot fall lightly on these glades. / The onetime site of cities kept no trace of their ruin. / In flocks, sheep creep along the bronze inclines. The slopes are woodless. In the green twilight, the mountains / Form a jagged...»
«The stoop of oaks lifts up the chrome of clouds. / Cliffs harbour alcoves, niches, grottos deep. / And rain and wind and heat have left their traces / Into these stones engraved. A sketch is grooved Onto the slope, crayoned by lichen, framed by moss, / And walls of rock rise up as icon-case...»