«The distant stars were shining overhead. / Their light was cast upon the curving road. / The road was laid around Mount Olivet. / The Kedron brook was flowing down below. The meadow was cut off right in the middle / And there, the Milky Way came into sight. / The grayish olives in their s...»
«February. Get ink, shed tears. / Write of it, sob your heart out, sing, / While torrential slush that roars / Burns in the blackness of the spring. Go hire a buggy. For six grivnas, / Race through the noice of bells and wheels / To where the ink and all you grieving / Are muffled ...»
«February. Get ink. Weep. / Write the heart out about it. Sing / Another song of February / While raucous slush burns black with spring. Six grivnas* for a buggy ride / Past booming bells, on screaming gears, / Out to a place where rain pours down / Louder than any ink or tears Where li...»
«I think about the morning of your glory, / About the morning of your days too, when / Like a demon you from sleep had stirred / And were a god for men. I think of when your eyebrows came together / Over the burning torches of your eyes, / Of how the ancient blood's eternal lava / Rushed...»