«I never took revenge and never will avenge myself — / One is not forgiven nor forgives / From the day I opened my eyes — till the coffin of oak / I will not lower myself — and God knows / Not overlook the great decline of this century ... / — But if a man is worthy?.. / — N...»
«7. Thinking of something else, undiscovered, / like a buried treasure, I absentmindedly / One by one, poppy by poppy / I beheaded my whole garden. So, someday, in the dry / Summer, on the edge of a field, / Death's absent-minded hand / Will pluck off a head — mine.»
«Between two — a hot fur! A Hand — hot fluff! / Circling — around the head. / But under the fur — bliss, under the fluff / Gaga — you tremble! Even the goddess of the thousands / — In the nests of dark stars — / No matter how you rotate, how gently / — Ach! — It ...»
«He is gone — I cannot eat: / The taste — of stale bread. / All — chalk. / Anything I am drawn to. ...I am the bread that was / And the snow that was. / And the snow was not white / And the bread was unloved.»