Haiku
by Yoné Noguchi
But the march to Life...
Break song to sing the new song!
Clouds leap, flowers bloom.
"Nameless Song"
by Elinor Wylie
My heart is cold and weather-worn,
A musical and hollow shell:
The winds have blown it like a horn,
The waves have rung it like a bell.
The waves have whirled it round and round.
The winds have worn it thin and fine:
It is alive with a singing sound:
Whose Voice is that? It is not mine.
"The Pond"
by Amy Lowell
Cold, wet leaves
Floating on moss-coloured water,
And the croaking of frogs-
Cracked bell-notes in the twilight.