«Unfettered element! Farewell / Before me now one final time / You roll again that skyblue swell, / And sparkle with a pride sublime. Like an old friend's regretful sigh, / Like calls of fare-you-well through tears, / Your summoning sound, your sounding cry, / One final time now fills my...»
«Whatever heavy load it carries, / The wagon's light on steppe and street. / Grey Time, the coachman, never wearies / And never leaves the driver's seat. At dawn we jump inside the wagon, / Quite happy for our necks to break. / Scorning all soft delight and languor, / We yell "Get going,...»
«Inscription on the "Book of the Steppe" She’s here with me. Come strum, pour, laugh, / Tear the twilight through and through! / Drown, flow down, an epigraph / To a love like you! Scurry like a silk-worm / And beat the window’s drum. / Combine, entwine, / And let the darkness come!...»
«The shrillness of the English language / and Oliver’s dejected look / have merged: I see the youngster languish / among a pile of office books. Charles Dickens — ask him; he will tell you / what was in London long ago: / the City, Dombey, assets’ value, / the River Thames’s rust...»