«Winganging with golden writing / Of the thinnest veins, / The grasshopper put inside of his body sails / Many stems of riverside grass. / Pin-pin-pin! — a magpie’s blast. / Oh, swanarvel! / Oh, raise up!»
«Glitter-letter wing-winker / gossamer grasshopper / packs his belly-basket / with credo-meadow grass. / Zin! Zin! Zin! sings / the raucous racket-bird! / Swan-white wonder! / Brighter, brighter, bright!»
«Where the winking waxwings whistle / in the shadows of the cedars, / where the branches shake and shiver / the mockingbird minutes fly away;In the shadows of the cedars / a flock of flickers flutter, / where the branches shake and shiver / the swallows turn to seasons / as they fly awa...»
«Bo-beh-óh-bee is the lipsong / Veh-eh-óh-mee is the eyesong / Pee-eh-éh-oh is the eyebrowsong / Lee-eh-éh-ay is the looksong / Gzee-gzee-gzéh-oh is the chainsong / On the canvas of such correspondences / somewhere beyond all dimensions / the face has a life of its own.»