«Above at frightening height there burns a roaming fire! / Is it a star that blazes, flying? / This star’s transparent, and it burns with roaming fire — / Petropolis, your brother’s dying! Above at frightening height our worldly dreams now fry, / An emerald star through night is flying...»
«“Ice cream!” And the sun. And a wafer’s light crisp. / A glass in the hand with its water near freezing. / Bedazzled, my consciousness reverie’s seizing, / To ruddy-dawned Alps with milk chocolate world’s wisp. Look tenderly now with a clink of your spoon – / In little pavilion,...»
«Where once a Roman judge o’er alien folk did sit / A temple stands, agleam with first exhilaration, / Like Adam once, with sinews’ taut extenuation / Its criss-cross arches lightly flex in muscled knit. But from outside itself the secret plan betrays: / For here the flying buttresses ex...»
«I see the heavens, dull and stony / Above the waters’ sluggish web. / And Erebus, soul’s hateful crony, / Enfolds me in his tedious ebb. I comprehend this dread appalling, / And there’s a link I understand: / Not crumbling, still the sky is falling, / Not foaming, still sea strike...»