«Look now: one bright flit in the air / And I flaunt my precious bling. / All of this velvet with its flicker-flair / Is only a wing, plus a wing. Don’t ask from whence I’ve come, / Or whither I’m bound when I leave. / Here on this flower in blithe slumberdom / I perch, and breathe...»
«Hoofbeats were pounding out, / Seeming to sing: / Grip / Grab / Rude / Rip. Shit-faced on wind, / Brogans in ice, / The street lost its grip / On the ground. / Down on his rump / Came crashing a horse. / Their trousers bell-bottomous / Sweeping the street, / Gapers and lol...»
«In the choir of a church a young girl was singing, / Of languishing folk in an alien demesne, / Of ships out at sea lashed by gales harsh and stinging, / Of all those whose joys had been tempered by pain. Her voice rang on high, soaring up to the dome, / And a ray of white gleamed on her ar...»
«Literary Translations/Imitations / / 1 Distinctive on earth of all things that exist / Is a slumbering maple, its canopied shade. / Distinctive on earth of all things that exist / Is the gleam in the eye of a child, pensive-grave. / Distinctive on earth of all things that exist /...»