«Apple and pear trees were a-blooming, / Mist (was) creeping on the river. / Katyusha set out on the banks, / On the steep and lofty bank. She was walking, singing a song / About a grey steppe eagle, / About her true love, / Whose letters she was keeping. Oh you song! Little song of a m...»
«Eleven struck. Check the little clock / In the passenger lounge with disklike face. / A sunless day. But the air is not ashen: / A mist shot through with orange sparks. The gold gathers, scintillating, / Caresses the cheek, wisplike, a hugeness — / As if blue foxes with golden eyes / ...»
«She climbs the stairs to the fifth floor. / A dark old lady with bitter eyes. / The staircase is the same, and the door's the same... / But she's as nervous as a girl taking exam. Her lips twitch. There's pain under her heart. / From inside comes the bravura sound of a piano. / Her own so...»
«To the pinkish, yellowish, graying critics, / and also to the iridescent critics, colored / like shot silk. Muse! Lament away, complain away, / My sad conclusion still is this: / Of the millions who read newspapers, / Nine-tenths don't read any verse. Its polemics attract a different sor...»