«A chart of living daubed I, quickly, / the paint from jam jar did I splatter; / I fingered plate of aspic, sickly / with curving prows through ocean water. / In scale of pickled herringed letter — / a proclamation from new lips. / And you /        a nocturne could / Â...»
«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...»