«I see them: Crab, Ram, Bull, / and all the world is only shell / whose pearl and opalescence / is my impotence. / A knock, a chirr, container of whistle and rustle, / and I realize then that waves and thought are kin. / Here, there, in milky ways, women rise / through darkness drunk on...»
«Rutting elephants, battering ivory tusks / that seemed white stone / beneath an artist's hand. / Stags in rut, with antlers intertwined: / they seem embraced in ancient intercourse, / in tugging ardors and adulteries. / Rivers rushed each other into the sea: / It seemed the hand of one...»
«The eyes of the Black / Sea into the distance.»
«A goblin grabbles in the greeny forest — / Wood-willy, slurping his mouth-organ — / where a clump of aspens quivers / and benefolent spruces cascade. A smear of pungent forest honey / licky on the tongue-tip of daylight; / Oh! His grasping arms were icy: / I was completely taken in....»