«Balloons, come and buy my balloons! / Balloons from the kids! / Money from the dads! / Young gents, come and buy my balloons! / Foxy coat, let’s see your spare cash, / Don’t cling on to the trash: / I’ll let them fly up to the sky, / In two hours, look out, look up high! / It...»
«Thank God, here is the shade again! / Why it is I do not know, / But since the morning I have felt / This dying hanging over me / All the livelong twilit day! / Serving out its bitter time / Between decrepit yellow walls, / Shrivelled, shuddering on its string, / A gloomy red balloon...»
«Across the dirty sky, words etched with rays / of greenish light: “Chocolate and Cocoa.” / And cars, like cats with trampled tails, / wail frantically: “Meow! Meow!” Black trees, like scraggly brooms, / have swept the rouged stars from the sky, / and red-haired, loud-mouthed trams...»
«Over fish, under stars, / the little boat races — / three Greeks are aboard, / smuggling goods to Odessa. / Jibing and tacking, / skipping over the waters, / are Yanaki, Stavraki, / and Papa Satyros. / The wind — how it whoops! / How it whistles right past — / sets the nail...»