«Harsh hush bends bow / against the clamor-call of dawn. / Night nests in dark souls, / scatters shouts of "Burn!" Clamor-call began to shudder, / took up silence as a shield; / stalking into dark to slaughter — / hundred-hacker, hundred-head. Bow falls, felled from hands — / stil...»
«Here I praise the brutal flight / of those wings, they carried me into distances, / to Freedom's signifying blue dimension / domed by the sun with rings of light, / high, high, to that absolute height — / the snowy egret of song eternally.»
«I came across a little demon, / Thin and scrawny, like a gnat. / His body was that of a child, / His face was wild: sharp and old. It rained... He 'trembled, growing darker, / Disheveled fur grew wet, / And I said to myself, “Imagine that! / He too is cold. He too is alone.” People...»
«Darkness and rain and the wind / Over wastes of the watery plain. / Here life will be dead till the spring, / And the park will be empty till then. / Alone by the sea. In the gloom / At my easel... there’s a draft in the room. Last night you were here, in this room. / And now bored wi...»