“The smog was heavy, my eyes were weeping from it, the sun was hot, the air stank, a regular hell is L. A.”

“And for her eyes: what could such eyes do there
But weep, and weep, that they were born so fair?”

“I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness”

“We are all made of air
There's stars in my eyes and there's sun in my hair
And I'm runnin' away, it makes me feel better”

“Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from hell.”

“There'd been the biggest motorcade from the airport. Hot. Wild. Like Mexico and Vienna. The sun was so strong in our faces. I couldn't put on sunglasses… Then we saw this tunnel ahead, I thought it would be cool in the tunnel, I thought if you were on the left the sun wouldn't get into your eyes…”

“We have a new problem, fresh from the oven and hot as hell.”

“How hushed and still are earth and air,
How lanquid 'neath the sun's firece ray-
Drooping and faint flowers fair,
On this hot, sultry, summer day!”

“The quiet of this afternoon is strange, haunting, awful;
Hear that buzzing in the hot grass, coming from live things; and those crows' cries from somewhere;
There is a sluggish, sad brook near here, too.
The bird is gone now, so graceful, fair as it was,
And the sky has nothing but the brightness of air in it.
The clean color of air.
The sun makes it be afternoon here;…”

“i will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
in the sleeping curves of my body”