«The bowl is banished from the long tables — / someone has drunk the liquor of the gods. / Divine wine is a beast-feast also — / the oxen raise their blue-gray horns.»
«A herd of horses shod with hours / jangling like thunder, wheel in a field. / Their rugged bodies are rank with time, / their flashing eyes ablaze with days.»
«Snow is a dream of earth, / snow is winter's dream; / drowse of seed-sprout in the tomb, / arouse of seed-sprout in the womb.»
«No now. I'm like everybody! / Much pain. Such / bitter seed. / Who cares for cue? / Am I loved you? / Not no. You are. / Star. / No skies / never ever well. / Laughter sounds still.»