«Above the grass little moth – / A flower, self-propelled flower.... / Just so I: into wind – death – / above me – a stem – / I fly by as a moth.»
«Your eyes' deep bluishness / odored into my soul like the wind : / My soul with you has endawned... / Thus with a suspended twitter / across into the blue she fluttered.»
«1 As there is no inventor, / Who by drafting a machine, / Had not imagined his creation / To ennoble humans, / There is no machine / That did not bring the world / The most misery / And the new kinds of enslavement! 2 While human hand had pushed the lever, / And waters / Spined ...»
«1 I am the voice that cries in the wilderness / Of the swarming crowds in the spasms of cities / In whirlpools of the streets and railway stations / The least inhabited of all the deserts on earth. 2 I was told: / — Go to the market places — / The time has come, / To...»