«A bunch of yellow buttercups. / Lightning's evil eye. / A woman drops a flower, and walks on by. / And soon the eyes of the window bang / beneath the hurly-burly hanging over our heads. / The yellow-backed book gets soaking wet. / The rumbling clouds are blue and black. / In the kingdo...»
«Black king dance out front of the crowd, / and witch-doctors batter the tom-tom. / Big black women laugh bawdy and loud, / Pelele stain their mouths, and burn. / The dirty cauldron bubble: / some bird bones, and a child. / Our Elder Father Helper Sun / he hurt us unaware. / Seven tim...»
«Genghis Khan me, you midnight plantation! / Dark blue birch trees, sound in my ear! / Zarathuse me, you twilight horizons! / Mozarticulate me, dark-blue sky! / Goya, gloaming, glooming! / Rops, you midnight clouds! / But the storm of smiles vanishes / in cackling and the shock of claws...»
«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...»