«My bonfire on the shore was burning down. / I heard the rustling sound of streaming glass. / The acrid soul of wistful wormwood wound / Through languid darkness, swayed, and flowed past. / The granite crags resemble fractured wings. / The weight of hills bends down a spinal cord. / The n...»
«A lady sent in the van: / A bag, / A box, / A divan, / A hamper, / A sampler, / Some books, / And a wee little doggy named Snooks. At the station in Red Banner Street / She was handed a yellow receipt / That listed the things for the van: / A bag, / A box, / A divan, / A h...»
«We went separate ways midway, / We parted long before we parted, / Having thought: no more misery, / In that last and fateful “forgive,” / Even to cry we've no more strength. / Please write – I ask only one thing... / Dear to me will be your letters, / Sacred, like flowers from a...»
«Humid! No freedom and no luck, / The night interminably goes on. / If only the thunder would clap. / Our cup to the rim is filled up! Thunder, above the sea's clotting, / In the field and in forest sound, / And the cup of universal sorrow / Please split, scatter, and splash!»