I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent

I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.

The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.

What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?

I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.

The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea

I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.