«The mounts of Dagestan enclosed the sun; / A star came up; the breeze was lightly reeling; / And looking to the East, all prayed as one: / Reciting the Quran, Tatars were kneeling, Christ’s servants crossed themselves for holy sake, / Kalmyks sought Lama’s word, their silence ample...»
«What grasshopper-clocks are singing — / Fever is murmuring mad, / And the withered stove is rustling / Like a silk that’s burning red. What the teeth of mice are nibbling / The slim-bottomed life to naught — / Is the swallow or her sibling / That cut loose my wretched boat....»
«Sisters heaviness and tenderness — your signs are the same. / Bees and wasps are sucking the heavy rose. / Man is dying. The heated sand is chilling, / And yesterday's sun is carried away on a black stretcher. Ah, heavy honeycombs and tender nets, / It is easier to lift a stone than to re...»
«Into the circling choral dance of shadows that trampled the soft meadow, / I merged with my melodious name, / But everything melted away and only a faint sound / Has remained in my misty memory. At first I thought my name seraphic / And I shunned by slight body; / Some days passed and I f...»