«Scorched by the fire of the sky’s unmoving body, / The pick-ax stops clanging out its accursed lesson. / And nailed onto the earth, the piled autumnal haystacks / Of sleeping working-men are black as any downpour. The last decision of some dark and savage forces, / A vertical ray’s call...»
«The all-dressed-up in gold, consumptive-looking gardens — / Where their slow sickness wears magenta-rich veneers. / The late glow of the sun lingering in its brief arches / Having no power to take the shape of fragrant fruit. Also the coarse footprints, the yellow silk of carpets. / The c...»
«There arc the delicate pink ovals / On which the mists of morning flood, / And in unique bouquets unwinding / Steel-colored flowers bloom and bud. For nomad flics they are temptation; / Their gloss hides poisons' virulence... / Intrusive, variegated, idle, / The bare facets of existence...»
«Oh, how often I feel the burden I have hoarded / Of smudged, anemic days and many poisoned nights! / You, cards, docs anything exist that’s more attractive / And at the same time more banal and full of frights! But you are frightful, too, with a hangover’s frailty, / Preferred before al...»