«No matter what went on around them; no matter / what message the snowstorm was straining to utter; / or how crowded they thought that wooden affair; / or that there was nothing for them anywhere. Above their encampment, the sky. cold and idle, / and leaning as big things will do over little...»
«I, who have traveled half my earthly road, / make my appearance in the Luxembourg / and contemplate the petrified gray curls / of thinkers and of scribblers. Gents and broads / are strolling to and fro ; a whiskered / blue copper glistens from the thicket ; / the fountain purrs, the chil...»
«Six. / Ponderous. The chimes of a clock. / "Render unto Ceasar… render unto God…" / But where’s / someone like me to dock? / Where to find waiting — a lair? / Were I / like the ocean of ocean little, / on the tiptoes of waves I’d rise, / I’d strain, a tide, to caress th...»
«The violin got all worked up, imploring / then suddenly burst into sobs, / so child-like / that the drum couldn’t stand it: / "All right, all right, all right!" / But then he got tired, / couldn’t wait till the violin ended, / slipped out on the burning Kuznetsky / and took fligh...»