«Ruddy Mars climbs high above the agave, / But the peaceful shop lights of this port / Genoa, once mysterious and savvy — / Seem to us to shine more brightly forth. The mountains' coastal spurs grow dimmer, / Dust, sea, and wine exude a mingled smell. / On the road a straggling donkey li...»
«A salute to our vile evening planet! / Puddles, banisters, windows glisten. / Through the downpour I wanly straggle, / Shoulders sodden, and hat brim dripping. / Now we all have been rendered homeless, / Made to wander through all the ages, / And the desolate rain sings hopeless / Song...»
«a Sonnet Forehead – / Chalk. / Coffin / Pale. Priest / Sang. / Shaft / Bang! Day / Sacred! / Crypt / Blind. / / Shade – / To hell!»
«In me is the beginning, in me the end. / What’s been accomplished by me a blink! / Yet still I am a reliable chain link: / This happiness to me has been given. In the new but greater Russia they will / erect to me a Janus-faced idol at / the broad cross-roads of two city streets / whe...»