“Is it a world in the making that turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bleeding rosary at the windowa sun setting on the marshlands("Silver Clasp")”

“The holocaust rises in spirals("Silver Clasp")”

“In a hot greenish body of water slowly slides A gesture a sigh a moan will provoke his wild teeth("Silver Clasp")”

“Those letters under the doorA new lifeThe war at a distanceand my drinking glass that smokesA brightness crowns the universe("Two Poems")”

“This constant basso on the horizon is it the waterfall or the cannon("Poem")”

“Love is an island in the setting sun”

“He slipped away slowly, withdrawing from this world by small, imperceptible degrees, and in the end it was as ifhe were a drop of water evaporating in the sun, shrinking and shrinking until at last he wasn’t there anymore.”