«O Thou Eternal One! whose presence bright / All space doth occupy, all motions guide; / Unchanged through time's all-devastating flight; / Thou only God! There is no God beside! / Being of all beings! Mighty One! / Whom none could comprehend and none explore; / Who fillst existence with ...»
«I do not regret, complain, or weep, / All passes, like smoke off the white apple trees. / Autumn’s gold has me in its withering grip. / I shall never be young again. My heart has felt the chill, / It no longer beats as it once did. / The birch woods cotton print / No more tempts me to...»
«From the start, each living thing’s / Got its own mark upon it. / I’d have been a thief and a cheat / If I’d not turned out a poet. Scrawny and undersized, / Always the hero of the gang, / I’d often come back home / With my nose bashed in. And when my scared mother saw me, / ...»
«Only one final trick remains — / To stick my fingers in my mouth, / And whistle! Now my evil name — / Foul-mouthed brawler—has got about. Ah, how farcical this waste was! / Farcical waste in life’s not new. / Ashamed I once believed in God, / I’m bitter I no longer do. Ah, yo...»