“All in green went my love of riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn.”

“Buffalo Bill's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boyMister Death”

“i thank You God for most this amazingday:for the leaping greenly spirits of treesand a blue true dream of sky; and for everythingwhich is natural which is infinite which is yes(i who have died am alive again today,and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birthday of life and of love and wings: and of the gaygreat happening illimitably earth)how should tasting touching hearing seeingbreathing any--lifted from the noof all nothing--human merely beingdoubt unimaginable You?(now the ears of my ears awake andnow the eyes of my eyes are opened)”

“notice the convulsed orange inch of moonperching on this silver minute of evening”

“i charge laughing. Into the hair-thin tintsof yellow dawn,into the women-coloured twilight”

“the hillslike poets put onpurple thought againstthe magnificent clamor ofdaytorturedin gold”

“What if a dawn of a doom of a dreambites this universe in two,peels forever out of his grave,and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?”