«Upon green hills wild droves of horses blow / The golden bloom off of the days that go. From the high hillocks to the blue-ing bay / Falls the sheer pitch of heavy manes that sway. They toss their heads above the still lagoon / Caught with a silver bridle by the moon. Snorting in fear of...»
«1. To live on an exposed peak, / To write uncomplicated sonnets.... / Being sustained by the peasants / With bread, wine, and cutlets. 2. To burn my ships, those behind and ahead, / To lie down, looking at nothing, in bed. / Drift into dreamless sleep and, for ken's sake, / Some one h...»
«One group clamors: “What is form? Child's play! / When one pours runny manure into crystal – / Does not the crystal become less desirable?” The others contradict: “Simple-minded fools! / Even the best wine served in cracked vessels / Respectable people won't deign to consume.” T...»
«An artist, while wearing his canvas pants, / had once upon a time sat on his palette and, / jumping up, ran around huffing and puffing: / “Where's the turpentine? I'll quickly wipe them!” But catching a closer glimpse of the rainbow / he, in a creative trance of intuitive flow, / cut ...»