«Flaming signs of the mystery grow / On the wall, that is solid and grim, / And the tulips of purple and gold / All the night hang o’er me in my dream. I hide self in the caves’ dark and coldness, / Loose remembrance of miracles, past, / At a sunrise, the vast bluish monsters / Loo...»
«(The picture by V. Vasnetsov) On waters, spread without end, / Dressed with the sunset so purple, / It sings and prophesies for land, / Unable to lift the smashed wings' couple... / The charge of Tartars' hordes it claims, / And bloody set of executions, / Earthquake, and hunger and th...»
«A girl sang a song in the temple's chorus, / About men, tired in alien lands, / About the ships that left native shores, / And all who forgot their joy to the end. Thus sang her clean voice, and flew up to the highness, / And sunbeams shined on her shoulder's white — / And everyone saw ...»
«Grass was pushing through earth by the graves, we’ve forgot. / We’ve forgot yesterday… We’ve forgot every word… /     Only silence around us sings… Whether You’re not alive? Whether You’re not a flash / Due this death of them gone, of them burned to the ash’s? / Â...»