«Underground... Graven ossuaries. / Choir echo; vigil chants and pleas. / Rustling leaves of palms and rosemaries, / Scent of candle wax. Decay and peace... Here are cathedrals' roots of stone. / Here I am summoned, dust and fume; / Be a seed, dissolve in crumbling loam, / Rise as a cath...»
«Petrichor. Bell towers resound. / Heart is wounded joyfully — by whom? / Who has thrown the stone on the ground, / Who broke in the chamber of my tomb? Mare's tails; sky deepening and lumining, / Pearls of daylight scattered... Am I worth?.. / As a maiden on her first communion, / The...»
«In Spring, along a waving stalk, a fly / Ascending sees set high / Above her on a flower, / A bee, ensconced as in a bower; / And haughtily remarks: — "A busy state is yours / That all the day from morn to eve, duU work endures! / Called to vexatious toil, I might indeed have faint...»
«The sullen rain / cast a glance / askance. / Beyond the still / clear grille — / the iron reasoning of wires strung overhead — / a featherbed. / And on it / rested lightly / the legs of rising stars. / But as / the streetlamps — tsars / in crowns of gas — / began t...»