«Irretrievably lost, at sky blinking – / God, if really you’re there I beseech! / With your nine athletes’ discuses clinking / You, O Dante, more easily speak. Strip my vital force not away: dreaming, / First it kills me, then offers caress – / Strokes my ears and eyes’ sockets, ...»
«And I, out walking, chanced upon a funeral / Cortège, on Sunday, close to Lutheran village. / I watched bewildered as it passed, and soon full / Aware became of mourners’ hearted pillage. An alien tongue uncomprehended; only / A harness thinly shone in cold sun’s glimmer, / And, brid...»
«Once, an absent-minded man / Lived at Pooling Road, 10. / / In the morning he awoke, / Set out to put on his shirt, / For the shirt-sleeve he instead / Slid his arm into his pants leg. / / What an absent-minded man / From the Pooling Road, 10! / / He was putting on ...»
«The infinite passing of time is much quieter / Than every tiptoed walk. / Work in great secret and rustle, like mice, / Gears in our clock. The sly time just playing with very one minute, / No golden coins it takes. / But suddenly, in its account appear / Hours, seasons and ages. A ...»