«A quiet perfume from the orchard, / apple blossoms and acacia. / The boyarina is fasting / and afraid that she might fall. / Dead men float. / Last night. It was glorious, ecstatic. / Dead men pull the oars. / Cold glances above a white veil / burn and sparkle, / and sepulchral sha...»
«These tenuous Japanese shadows, / murmuring Indian maidens — / nothing sounds so mournful / as words at a last supper. / Death — but first a flash of life / again: unknown, unlike, immediate. / This rule is the only rhythm / for the dance of death and attainment.»
«Tell your kitten not to bite, / I'll angelize you when I die. / Hokusai will paint your mouth, / Murillo paint your virgin eye.»
«Nations, faces, ages pass, / pass as in a dream, / an ever-flowing stream. / In Nature's shifting glimmer-glass / stars are nets, we their haul, / gods are shadows on a wall.»