«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 /       Â...»
«Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal / the way you dream, the things you feel. / Deep in your spirit let them rise / akin to stars in crystal skies / that set before the night is blurred: / delight in them and speak no word. How can a heart expression find? / How should another know your ...»