«It's not given us to foretell / how our words will echo through the ages, / but sympathy is given us / as grace is given us.»
«Years of youth are quickly passing / Days of happiness elapse. / What the providence intended / Will inevitably happen: / Either solely the pitiful / But plentiful and dutiful / Be on your shoulder tapping, / Or something very beautiful / And fanciful will suddenly / Collapse onto ...»
«My ear is shocked by every noise, / My eye — by light of sun or fire, / My spirit launched its cutting growth, / Like a tooth — through gums which swelled entire. It will break through and leave at once, / The former covering it sphere, / And with his thousands bright eyes, / Will...»
«The hum of spring will not else loosen / My verses of the clenched words, / I’ve loved steel grating and diffusion, / Of sunk in cacophony worlds. In the gaping of wide-open vowels / My breath is easy, fresh and free. / In throngs of consonants it grows — / The noise of piled-up ice...»