«The nose grows during the whole of one’s life / (from scientific sources) Yesterday my doctor told me: / “Clever you may be, however / Your snout is frozen.” / So don’t go out in the cold, / Nose! On me, on you, on Capuchin monks, / According to well-known medical laws / Rele...»
«I don’t know about the rest of you, / but I feel the cruelest / nostalgia — not for the past — / but nostalgia for the present. A novice desires to approach the Lord / but is permitted to do so only by her Superior. / I beg to be joined, without intermediary, / to the present. It...»
«Hanging out of the train, I / Bid you all good-bye. Good-bye, Summer: / My time is up. / Axes knock at the dacha / As they board it up: / Good-bye. The woods have shed their leaves, / Empty and sad today / As an accordion case that grieves / When its music is taken away. People (m...»
«From the last carriage I watch the place go by, / goodbye, goodbye my summer, / we must go, / axes stun the dacha now, / my house, nail up the timber, / goodbye, my woods have lost their leaves, / they are empty and sad / like the case the music leaves / an accordion gone d...»