2)
Malicious women greet you saying. So this is Marie!
She was such a beautiful girl, my dears!
And afterwards you study your glass for wrinkles and hair graying,
as if the face of a Greek goddess were less beautiful
because its paint has been washed away a thousand years;
your beauty is like that of a tree whose beauty outlasts the flowers,
like that of a light constantly
losing its rays through the hours
and seasons, and still aglow
through twilight and darkness, through moths and snow.

3)
I
I will write songs against you,
enemies of my people; I will pelt you
with the winged seeds of the dandelion;
I will marshal against you
the fireflies of the dusk.

II
I eat and am happy;
I am hungry—and sad;
that so little means so much
means that among the little
I am such.