«Once we all used to abide / together with God, side by side, / He didn't dwell in the sky, / we'd see him from time to time / alive, on the mausoleum. / He was much more clever and evil / than that other God, the old one, / known to the world as Jehovah, / whom he overthrew with a cr...»
«February. Get ink and weep! / Burst into sobs — to write and write / of February, while thundering slush / burns like black spring. For half a rouble hire a cab, / ride through chimes and the wheel's cry / to where the drenching rain is black, / louder than tears or ink — where lik...»
«Oh February. To get ink and weep! / To write of February, sob it out, / While slush is blazing through the deep, / Black spring and spreading on the ground. To rent a buggy. For six grivnas, / Amidst the church-bells, clanking wheels, / To steer it where a shower drizzles / Still louder...»
«Prima del triste e difficile addio / non dire che non ci sarà altro incontro. / Ho il dono segreto e strano / di farmi da te ricordare. In un altro paese, nell’esilio lontano / un tempo, quando verrà il tempo, / ti ripeterò con un’unica allusione, / un verso, un moto della penna....»