«You will think about her as about your first bride, / To the point of tears in your dreams. / We did not inhale her fragrance together, / And you did not bring her to me. She was brought to me / By that winged ruler of gods and muses, / When the peals of the first thunder / Glorified ou...»
«In every day there is such / A murky and irksome hour. / I speak loudly to melancholy, / Not having opened my sleepy eyes. / And it pulsates like blood, / Like the sigh of warmth, / Like happy love, / Smart and evil.»
«There is an utter mark in the people's nearness, / Which can't be crossed by love and passion, — / But in the striking silence lips become one / And the heart is torn apart by love. And here friendship is helpless, / And the mountain of high and flaming happiness, / When the soul is fre...»
«Wild honey the scent of freedom has, / Dust — the sunshine beam, / Violet — the mouth of a girl, / And gold — has nothing. Minionette, the scent of water / And love — the apple. / But forever we learnt, / That blood has but the scent of blood.»