«They have set a Christmas tree up in a hospital ward. / It clearly feels out of place in a cloister of suffering. / The moon over Leningrad comes to my window ledge / but does not stay long — many windows, much waiting. The moon moves on to a spry, independent old woman; / outside y...»
«Yes, I’m a sailor! A wanderer of the seas, / In endless waves a seeker of strange isles. / I yearn for new hues in a different breeze, / New tongues and alien plateaus and defiles. And women come to my passionate pleas / Obedient, with but begging in their smiles! / As painful veils dro...»
«From droplets of dew that aquiver are throwing / The lustre of jewels around, / To the pallor of spaces, where, distantly flowing, / The wave of the ocean its foam-wreath is strowing / O'er seas that no plummet can sound, / Thou art everywhere, ever, life changelessly glowing, / Now emer...»
«My song-craft is filled with the trickle of springs, / And clearer and clearer it rings: / With the passionate whispers of love it is laden, / With the kisses bestowed by a maiden. The chillness of ice with my song-craft is blending, / The crystalline w...»