«The tangled wood was full of sound / the forest screamed, the forest groaned / with fear / to see the spear-man beast his spear. Why does hart's horn hang heavy / with the moving mark of love? / Arrow's flash of metal hits a haunch, / and reckons right. Now beast is broken to his knees...»
«I see them: Crab, Ram, Bull, / and all the world is only shell / whose pearl and opalescence / is my impotence. / A knock, a chirr, container of whistle and rustle, / and I realize then that waves and thought are kin. / Here, there, in milky ways, women rise / through darkness drunk on...»
«Rutting elephants, battering ivory tusks / that seemed white stone / beneath an artist's hand. / Stags in rut, with antlers intertwined: / they seem embraced in ancient intercourse, / in tugging ardors and adulteries. / Rivers rushed each other into the sea: / It seemed the hand of one...»
«The eyes of the Black / Sea into the distance.»