«There’s none equal to me — he used to cite. / For him, I’m not a woman of the real, / But winter sun’s always relieving light, / And a wild song of his land, so dear. / When I am dead, he would not feel a grief, / The crazy, would not cry, “Return, my sole!” / But understand...»
«They’re void — the celebrations / Of these polled non-dates, / The wordless conversations, / The soundless words’ sets. / The never crossing glances / Are flying courses, wrong, / And just the tears are freightless — / They can flow for long. / And Moscow’s wild-roses / A...»
«They didn't meet me, roamed, / On steps with lanterns bright. / I entered quiet home / In murky, pail moonlight. Under a lamp's green halo, / With smile of kept in rage, / My friend said, "Cinderella, / Your voice is very strange..." A cricket plays its fiddle; / A fire-place grew b...»
«(From the "Middle Night Poems") / / At last, you said a word specific this, / Not such as them… who on one knee self settle, / But such as him, who broke off his fetters, / And native birches’ sacred leafage sees / Through rainbow of non-awaited tears. / And silence started sing a...»