“sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet.”

“The birds of night peck at the first starsthat flash like my soul when I love you.”

“My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.”

“How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,and over our heads the grey light unwinds in turning fans.”

“Maybe someone will know I didn't weave crowns to draw blood; that I faught against mockery;that I did fill the high tide of my soul with truth.I repaid vileness with doves.”

“Green was the silence, wet was the light,the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”

“The road made wet by the water of Augustshines like it was cut in full moonlight”