«The black road was winding slowly, / And a drizzle started, / Someone asked if they could walk me / Home, before we parted. / I accepted, still afraid to / Look at him at all, / It became so strange, days later, / To recall that stroll. / Fog was spreading out like incense / From a...»
«How I love, how I loved to gaze endlessly / On the ironclad shores up ahead, / On the balconies, where for centuries, / Not a foot of a person was set. / You’re the capital — truly, forever, / For the mad and the bright ones, like us, / But, at the time, when over the Neva, / That ...»
«Here, human voice was never known / And never will it resonate, / And gusting from the age of stone, / The wind alone knocks on the gate. / It seems to me, that I was saved / And no one else here by design, — / Because I was the first who craved / And sought to taste the deadly wine.»
«The road of the seaside garden turns dark, / The streetlamps are yellow and prim. / And I’m very calm. But don’t you remark / And talk to me of him. / My dear and loyal one, we will be friends… / Be merry, and kiss, and grow wise… / And moons will soar lightly over our heads, / ...»