«For F. Fr. Zelinsky The columns, wrapped in yellow silk, / The peche and mauve dresses, with the slightly / Gaudy frills, among the undulations / Of burning oils and lisping peals, / And the rhythms of thousand-year-old words, / A little softened by the autumn gilding — / You shall co...»
«Orioles are in the woods, and vowels' length / In tonic verses is the single measure known. / But only once a year does nature know in strength / Duration in her meter, as in Homer's own. Caesura-like's the yawning of that day's expanse, / Ease and a labored lengthiness from morning on. / ...»
«Night, square, apothecary, lantern, / Its meaningless and pallid light. / Return a half a lifetime after – / All will remain. A scapeless rite. Then die, then have a new beginning, / And all will turn the same as ere: / Night, rippled water's frigid grinning, / Apothecary, lantern, s...»
«When learning of the tolls of war, / Of yet another battle victim, / 'Tis not his wife, nor comrades, nor / The very hero whom I pity... / Alas! Time will console the wife, / Fraternities – forget their member. / But for as long as 'tis alive, / One soul will constantly remember. / ...»