God lay dead in heaven Angels sang the hymn of the end Purple winds went moaning Their wings drip-dripping With blood That fell upon the earth It, groaning thing Turned black and sank Then from the far caverns Of dead sins Came monsters, livid with desire They fought Wrangled over the world A morsel But of all sadness this was sad A woman's arms...Learn More

My childhood was nought but a ravaging storm Enlivened at times by a brilliant sun The rain and the winds wrought such havoc and harm That of buds on my plot there remains hardly one Behold now the fall of ideas I have reached And the shovel and rake one must therefore resume In collecting the turf, inundated and breached Where the waters dug...Learn More