Make no sound, do not speak: eyes, heart, mind dreams are about to explore a forest . . . . A secret but tangible forest."

"Young man, how many loves have you? I have hardly any, cousin, for they are only seven: the first, who cuts my fingernails . . ."

"The daughter had come to meet me
When her parents tried to prevent it.
I spoke soft words to her.
She did not answer.
You will grow old there, you and remorse:
We and love
Shall go home to our house."

"One day some young poet
will make your impossible wish come true
by knowing your books,
books as rare as flowers underground,
written for a hundred friends."

"I gave the ripe fruit to the Cherished One and the one-so-beautiful-as-to-bring happiness to the Beloved. But I cherish the one and truly love the other in vain. If either had a passion to subdue me, I would not know what to do."