one hundred kilometres
to Puenta la Reina.
a third time, but then today
all the fields are green.
Puenta la Reina
My solitary trek over
The Caminos meet here.
(from Camino Poems- Days and Nights in Navarre)
. Let the Naiads sing Who will wear the Starry Crown? Then eat cake. (from The Paean of Dignity, 3d edn)
Caribbean Dreams waylay us in deep winter but the snow prevails (from Crepuscular Idyll)
An invocation of contradiction of sorts Winter is still with us. (From Tales of Persepolis: Lockdown Lays)