«God 1 Face without aspect. / Serenity. — Charm. / All who share flesh / In you are rehearsed. Like fallen leaves, / Like loose gravel. / All who make outcry / In you are silenced. Rime grown over rust — / Over blood — over steel. / All who lie facedown / In you are risen.»
«God 2 Beggars’ and doves’ / Lonely run of scales. / These would be your / Clothes laid out over / A run of trees? Groves’, copses’. / Books and temples / Returned to us — you rise up. / Like a secret escort / Pine forests rush by: / — We hurry! — And won’t let yo...»
«God 3 O, there’s no fastening him / To your symbols and cares! / He slips through the least chink, / Like the sveltest gymnast... By drawbridges and / Migratory flocks, / By telegraph poles / God — escapes us. O, there’s no schooling him / To stay and accept fate! / In the ...»
«About Factories 1 They stand in the laborer’s shadow / As smoke-blackened blocks. / The curls of a moving heaven / Toss now above their soot. Into the lonely vapor of a tea-room / A greasy peaked-cap shuffles. / These outskirts’ last smokestack, / A final trumpet, clamors for just...»