«I blurred at once the map of humdrum, / by splashing colours like a potion; / I showed upon the dish of jelly / the slanted cheekbones of the ocean. Upon the scales of metal fishes / I read the new lips’ attitude. / But could you / now / ...»
«I splattered the pattern of weekdays at once / with color splashed out from a glass; / I showed you, on a dish of aspic, / the slanting cheekbones of the ocean. / Upon the scales of a tin fish / I read the calls of new lips. / And how about you, / ...»
«Wi a jaup the darg-day map’s owre-pentit — / I jibbled colour frae a tea-gless; / Ashets o jellyteen presentit / To me the gret sea’s camshach cheek-bleds. / A tin fish, ilka scale a mou — / I’ve read the cries o a new warld through’t. / But you / Wi den...»
«Inside this home, all things and flowers / Exude a rather pleasant scent. / The motley vegetables there tower / Against the rich and black seedbed. The matting has been taken down / From hotbeds, but the chill pervades. / There is a pond, like none around, / Where even slime looks like ...»