«There was painter once, / Owned a small home and his art. / But there’s an actress he loved, / Flowers were dear to her heart. So he sold his house on a whim — / His art and his roof, undeterred — / And spent all the money to buy / A whole sea of flowers for her. A million, milli...»
«In Rome at the New Year it is the custom to throw old things into the street. Rome rattles and shakes / like a runaway breakdown truck. / All over Rome and round about / the New Year’s coming in! Like Mills bombs, bottles / dropped from windowsills. / crash all over the place, / and ...»
«Motor-scooter roaring / past the sanatorium! Behind the handlebars / like Rublyov angels: loving riders. As in the fresco of the Annunciation / with its strident white tone / see their women scattering a shine / behind them, like wings on their spine! The splaying of their dress! / Tu...»
«Yesterday my doctor announced: / ‘Maybe you’re talented, who knows, / but even so your blow-pipe’s frozen, / keep out of the freezing weather.’ O nose! Inevitably as the hours, / my nose, the capuchins’ and yours / obeying / medicinal / ...»