Beauty is frightening,” they will tell you —Lazily you will arrangeA Spanish shawl on your shoulders,A red rose in your hair.”Beauty is simple,” they will tell you —Clumsily with a motley shawlYou will cover a...

Inside my soul a treasure is buried.The key is mine and only mine.How right you are, you drunken monster!I know: the truth is in the wine.(“The Unknown Lady”)

The mirror’s light sparks in the eyes,And horrified, my lids drawn tight,I step back to that realm of nightWhere not a single exit lies…(Untitled: “I pass away this life of mine…”)

The squeak of oarlocks comes over the lake waterA woman’s shriek assaults the earWhile above, in the sky, inured to everything,The moon looks on with a mindless leer(“The Unknown Lady”)