Ahora tan sólo,
en este pobre rostro en que te caes,
he visto el rostro de la niña que fuiste
y te he sentido varias veces mi madre.
Me he sentido el hijo de tus juegos,
del mundo que creabas y esperabas
como un tibio regalo de cumpleaños.
Y .....

There is a jaggle of masonry here, on a small hill
Above the gray-mouthed Pacific, cottages and a thick-walled tower, all made of rough sea rock
And Portland cement. I imagine, fifty years from now,
A mist-gray figure moping about this place in mad moonlight, examining .....

Tu ai plecat, dar in intreaga casa,
Zguduitoare, amintirea-ti lasa un violent parfum de-amor,
un musc omorator, fum de calicii tropicale,
Cu sange negru in petale de floare acre se abate
Intr-o suprema voluptate
Cand soarele cu sarutari de foc, o frange de .....

Frumoasa floare Venus si-a ales - asculta,
Dara mândria ei e-atât de scurta
Când soarele rasare - ce-nfloreste
Se scutura, când seara poposeste.
Fecioaro, rupe roza ca pe o noua floare
Si nu uita ca viata ta e trecatoare.

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art-
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's .....

În parul tau de aur, o copca de argint
aveai, si-n noaptea deasa ca smoala, tu, frumoasa,
cu pletele de aur sunând, si de matasa
erai faclie blonda, lucind în labirint.

O, as fi vrut sa fie vazduhul – nu te mint –
în mâna mea o calda si mângâioasa .....

I want to die while you love me,
While yet you hold me fair,
While laughter lies upon my lips
And lights are in my hair.

I want to die while you love me,
And bear to that still bed,
Your kisses turbulent, unspent,
To warm me when .....

Crying cranes and wheeling crows...
I'll remember them, " she said;
And I will be your own, God knows,
And the sin be on my head.

I will be your own and glad;
Lovers would be fools to care
How a thing is good or bad,
When the .....

With leaden foot Time creeps along
While Delia is away:
With her, nor plaintive was the song,
Nor tedious was the day.

Ah, envious Pow'r! reverse my doom;
Now double thy career,
Strain ev'ry nerve, stretch ev'ry plume,
.....

I Dreamed that I ws dead and crossed the heavens, --
Heavens after heavens with burning feet and swift, --
And cried: "O God, where art Thou?" I left one
On earth, whose burden I would pray Thee lift."

I was so dead I wondered at no thing, .....