«Now, listen! / Surely, if the stars arc lit / there’s somebody who longs for them, / somebody who wants them to shine a bit, / somebody who calls it, that wee speck of spittle, a gem? And overridden / by blizzards of midday dust, / tears in to God, / afraid that it’s too late, / ...»
«You, wallowing through orgy alter orgy, / owning a bathroom and warm, snug toilet! / How dare you read about awards of St. Georgi / from newspaper columns with your blinkers oily?! Do you realise, multitudinous nonentities / thinking how better to fill your gob, / that perhaps just now Pe...»
«Convicts row their galley along / over the sea in a sweltering crew / covering the chain-clang with a snarling song / about their home — Peru. About Peru, the llower of the planet / full of dances, birds and love, / where blossoms crown the green pomegranate / and baobabs reach to the...»
«Beat the squares with the tramp of rebels! / Higher, ranges of haughty heads! / We’ll wash the world with a second deluge, / Now’s the hour whose coming it dreads. Too slow, the wagon of years, / The oxen of days — too glum. / Our god is the god of speed, / Our heart — our battl...»