Long distant shepherdesses' sheep bells shake off the light leaves. Autumn dreams are light, that is the love of the fair shepherdess. So my dream came quietly, but laden with heavy yesterdays.
Oh, now I have some cold, some chill, and some melancholy. (January, 1931). O autumn moon! Who can't stand the romantic tickling of silver fingertips? But look at the sea of light waves, is not unable to forbid the caress of its jade finger, where the low wandering sobbing it!
It is that: boring clouds of smoke, the beauty of the autumn moon, smoked warm the floating heart cold eyes, but also coldly put on a light onyx dress, to participate in this beautiful marriage and funeral (October 6, 1922).