«Don’t let your worldly soul get lazy! / Lest it sit twiddling its thumbs / Your soul must work like it's a navvy / Day after day, night after night! / / Make so it go from door to door, / Drag it from one top onto another / Along a path - all ruts and holes, / Over a pass with s...»
«Came a rush of whistling, / birds descended from the sky. / Like rustling leaves / they would not fly. And like a giant wing above me / I watched the swan-storm grow. / The cloud was some enormous bird / that trailed twilight on the place below. Mysterious feathery shadows / drifting...»
«The echoing gull planes over empty water. / I am futurity's silent ebb, / I am silentium's future flow. / The reeds are unsteady, unsteady. / The small boats fly. / The fishermen cry.»
«The streams of time / on stone dreams, / the rush of streams / on time's stones. / Rustling sedge / at the lake's edge — / reverent hush, / reverberant rush.»