«I stare into the face of the frost, we remain — / It — nowhere bound, I — from nowhere, / And the breathing marvel of the spreading plain / Irons and weaves itself over and over. Meanwhile, the sun squints in starched poverty, / His squint is calm, no longer upset, / The ten-fold f...»
«Comme le monde change, et, comme, moi, je change! / Si un seul nom me nomme, — un nom étrange —, / En fait, ce qui s’appelle avec mon nom / N’est pas moi seul. En moi, tant d’autres sont. / Je vis. Pour empêcher que mon sang ne s’endorme, / Que je suis mort souvent ! oh, que ...»
«I happened upon a devillet / with the body of a child. / Thin and scrawny like a gnat; / his face was sharp, and shy, and old. His body trembled in the rain; / his fur was dark and ruffled. / It was a sorry sight; I feared / this devillet might snuff it. “Love! Love!” I hear all ro...»
«In your long jackets, broad-brimmed hats, / with notebooks of your poems, / you disintegrated long ago in dust / like fallen lilac blossom. Yours is a country free of ready forms, / where all is mingled, fractured, dislocated, / where there’s no sky — only a grave mound — / and th...»