«The forties, fateful, / warring, frontline, / with funeral notices, / clattering trains. / The hum of the rails. / All is cold, high and barren. / Their houses have burned — / they’re heading east. / That’s me at the station / in my scruffy wool cap. / The star’s not stan...»
«Oh don’t look back / at that ice / at that dark; / there, waiting greedily / for you is a look / that will demand an answer. I looked back today. And suddenly, / I saw him — alive and with living eyes, / looking at me out of the ice, / my ...»
«The air is split into black branches, / like old glass. / Pray to Our Lady of Autumn! / The windows of autumn’s chapel, / smashed by a hurtling bullet, / are wrinkling. / A tree was burning, / a bright spill in the golden air. / It bends; it bows down. / Autumn’s flint and stee...»
«28 March 1931 at Seven O’Clock in the Evening Lord, in broad daylight / apathy overcame me. / Allow me to lie down and fall asleep Lord, / and while I sleep fill me Lord / with your strength. / There is much I want to know, / but neither books nor people / will tell me this. / May...»