«The steamer hove in, / hooted, / roared, / and, / runaway convict, / they've chained’er. / 700 / ...»
«Take / the biggermost / New York house, / scan it through / from bottom to top: / you’ll find age-old cubbyholes / fit...»
«Coolidge, old boy, / give a whoop of joy! / What’s good is good — / no need for debates. / Blush red with my praise, / swell with pride / ...»
«You’ve departed, / as they say, / to another world. / Emptiness. . . . / Fly on, / with stars ...»