«Sunshine, downpour, or snow, on that day / Silence astounds. A person comes to stay. / Everything starts in silence. Like a dream / Of a person returning to silence, yet again. / O, victory’s last fireworks! Not words / Will tell us of happiness — water and grass. / Not guns will ma...»
«The day will come, the warblers’ loud chirps / Will sound in chorus, praising birdsome quirks, / Merrily, a dragonfly will don / Her brightest weekend eyes and keep them on. / Once again the skies will be for birds, / And the honey meadows — for lungworts. / Only those will be dimme...»
«I beg you not for me, but those / Who lived in blood, whose mirrors froze, / Who hadn’t heard love’s violins, / For the longest, who forgot the smell / Of roses and the lilt of sleep — / Beneath them no floor will tilt. / I beg for them: both color and singing, / Please give them...»
«Expecting concerns unfamiliar, / But ready to take them in, / I came back as a new civilian / In my combat boots from Berlin. I looked about me: / The snow-covered banks. / White clouds in spacious skies. / And women folding to their breasts / Bars of milk frozen in ice. They tottere...»