«Chénier went up to meet the guillotine, / And I'm alive. That is a dreadful sin. / There are times that steel over everyone. / He is no bard who sings as bullets spin. / He is no father, trembling at the gate, / Whose arms rip battle-armor off his son. / There are times when the sun ...»
«Ah, longing for the homeland's air... / A languor long exposed as hooey! / I absolutely do not care / about where I am absolutely alone. Nor down what street of stone / I shlep a simple shopping basket / to a house that doesn't know it's home / any more than hospital o...»
«Are you alive and well still, momma? / I am alright. Greetings. Tonight / I hope your cottage is still bathing / In that ineffable evening light. I've heard you're awful worried for me, / That you've been hiding your distress, / And often walk out on the highway / In your old-fashione...»
«Not like other people, not every week, / Not all the time, in a century but twice, / I prayed to you: please intelligibly / Reiterate the words of creation. Unbearable to you are the admixtures / Of intimacies and people's slavishness. / How could you possibly make me happy? / With what...»