«Don’t believe in war, my boy, / don’t believe, it’s quite depressing, / it’s as depressing, boy, / as a pair of boots that pinch. Those swift romantic steeds of yours, / they are good for nothing here; / you’re as exposed as an open palm, / and the bullets’ only target.»
«While the last stars have not yet burned out, / rise up, rise up out of bed, /         go down into the courtyards, / where /          stacks of logs look like the wings /                of a woodland aquarelle. / And you will hear /  Â...»
«The hum has died down. I / have stepped on stage. / Leaning by the door / I divine in the far / echo what is / to come in my time. Upon me night is fixed / through a thousand / opera glasses. / If it be possible / Abba, Father / take away this cup. I love your stubborn plan / ...»
«Just because the girl Nastas’ya / ran out barefoot in the rain / to provide another's pleasure / vodka for the aged man she deserved a lovely god / in a palace drenched with sun / elegant and just and good / in a robe of old gold spun. But to him where drunkards snore / where all r...»