What is the use of time and rhyme?
We live in peril, paupers all.
The tailors sit, the builders climb,
but coats will tear and houses fall.
And only seldom with a sob
of tenderness I hear…oh, quite
a different existence throb
through this mortality and blight.
Thus does a wife, when days are dull,
place breathlessly, with loving care,
her hand upon her body, full
of the live burden swelling there.
Collection of Poems (1927)
Photo by Jan Saudek: First Kiss for a Little Brother (1982)