"You were guardian to the light's stelae, fragmented beings the late and tardy sun flung at the churches. Glance-tinted, with the aim of bees, your embodiment of unlooked-for flame in flight precedes and follows day, his golden kin" (Alliance, pg.39.)

"I heard its red horse neighing, bare-backed, unshod and radiant. I ride him over churches, gallop through garrisons empty of soldiers pursued by a raffish army. His eucalyptus eyes plunder the darkness, his bell-like body gallops as it strikes" (Dream Horses, pg. 43.)

"...by the dead buried with saffron and fruits, wrapped in red muslin: under my balcony these terrible corpses go past playing chains and copper flutes, strident and thin and lugubrious they whistle amidst the color of the heavy poisoned flowers" (Burial in the East, pg.75.)

"I see, when alone at times, coffins under sail setting out with the pale dead, women in their dead braids, bakers...