«Here the trace of enigma's strange fingernail shows. / "It is late. Let me sleep, and at dawn I’ll reread / And then all will be clear. Till they wake me, there’s none / Who can move the beloved as I move her, indeed!” How I moved you! You bent to the brass of my lips / As an audience...»
«I’ve come from the street. Spring, where the poplar stands / Amazed, where distance quails, and the house fears it will fall, / Where the air is blue, like the bundle of wash in the hands / Of the convalescent leaving the hospital; Where evening is empty: a tale begun by a star / And inte...»
«You pictures flying slantwise in a shower / From the highway that blew the candle out, / I can’t teach you to keep from rhyme and measure, / Deserting hooks and walls in your skew rout. Suppose the universe goes masked? Or even / That every latitude breeds some of those / Who are on han...»
«Nightlong the water labored breathlessly. / Till morning came, the rain burned linseed oil. / Now vapor from beneath the lilac lid / Pours forth: earth steams like shchee that's near the boil. And when the grass, shaking itself, leaps up. / Oh, who will tell the dew how scared I am — / ...»