«The day will come; I’ll disappear, / While in this selfsame empty room, / That table, bench, icon austere / The same contours of space consume. And just as now will flutter in / That silken butterfly serene, / To rustle, palpitate and ding / Against the ceiling’s bluish-green. And ...»
«I’m glad that you’re not indisposed with feelings steeped in me. / I’m glad that I’m not indisposed with feelings steeped in you. / That never will earth’s gravid sphere float free / Beneath our giddy footsteps specked with dew. / I’m glad that we can laugh capriciously, / Ligh...»
«Midnight estate, Genghis Khanerate! / Rustle, blue birches. / Bright sunset, Zarathustrate! / And you, blue sky, Mozartate! / You twilight-cloud, be Goya! / And you at night, cloud, rainate! / A whirlwind of smiles just flew by, / Laughing with claws of shrieking, / Then I saw the ha...»
«I don't know whether the Earth is spinning or not, / It depends on whether the word fits the line. / I don't know whether apes were my grandparents, / Because I don't know what I want, sweet or sour. / But I do know that I want to seethe, I want the Sun / And t...»