«He's taken all from me, executioner God. / Health, strength of will, the air, and sleep. / Only one thing did he leave me, and that / Is you, that I may continue to praise him.»
«Now the golden leafage is beggared. / Shining through the porches of autumn, / Shows the cool blue stillness of heaven. / Lo, the thin-trunked grove is transcended: / Carved in stone, a columned cathedral. / Smoke-scrolls wind about the frail friezes; / Flung above the doors is a curtain...»
«We live just as in a dream impenetrable / on one of the comfortable planets... / There are so many things we don't need, / and that which we want doesn't exist.»
«Moon shadows — shadows of sorrow — / Stumble about as a quiet herd, / Wearing black, like grief, earth's cover, / Tramping a ghostly hidden path. They lovingly and gently rocked many, / And sensitively gave reflections back. / Moon shadows, shadows of sorrow, / Endlessly repeating m...»