«Rummage with your torches / All the moonlit night! / Charted are land’s porches — / But it’s lost from sight. Lapped up from the saucer — / Gleams the bottom glazed. / Can you go back ever / To the house they’ve razed? Second birth’s requirement, / Land renewed must lead....»
«My day is aimless and absurd: / For beggar’s bread my begging’s heard, / I give my pittance to the loaded, A beam, through needle’s eye I slip, / And with a key the thief I tip, / With daub of lime my pallor’s coated. The beggar doesn’t give me bread, / My proffered coin meets ...»
«I’m just a girl. My duty’s e’er / Before I wedding keep / To know that wolves are everywhere / And that I am a sheep. To dream of golden-castled glen / To swing and twirl and shake / At first a doll, and later then / The dollish thing I make. A sword in hand does not me suit, / ...»
«I know the truth! All former truths are swept away! / No longer now do people need to fight each other. / And see: the evening’s here; and see, night ends the day. / So what have you to say, O poet, general, lover? And now a wind blows up; the dew begins to seep, / And in the sky a starry...»