The Poems of light (1919).
I do not destroy the crown of miracles of the world
and I don’t kill
by my mind the mysteries I come across
along with my path.
in the flowers, in the eyes, on the lips or graves.
suffocate the spell of the incomprehensible hidden
in deepness of dark,
with my light I increase the world’s mystery -
and the way the moon by its white rays
do not diminish, but shivering
increases the mystery of night,
the same way I enrich the dark horizon
by deep shivers of sacred mystery
and all that is impossible to understand
becomes more incomprehensible
under my eyes -
since I love
flowers and eyes and lips and grav