«For Nadezhda Aleksandrovna Zalshupina Why must life put up with such eccentrics / As every day for a small token / It passes for revue over the abyss / Hurrying from Potsdam as the sun goes down? He passes out roses and mignonettes / From a basket, at the cornerstone that he rents, / Whe...»
«1 In the trading district where a person’s feet / Can hardly step, a fortune-teller’s footsteps go / Stepping through the raging storm, a street / Where men, dead-like, sleep in the snow, — But wait, in the trading district where a per- / son’s feet can hardly step, a fortune-telle...»
«I seem adroit at picking words / As primordial as your words are. / If wrong, — it’s all the same to me, / I’ll go on making errors anyway. I hear patter on wet roofs, and eclogues / That fade from boardwalks and cobblestones. / A certain city, distinct from the first line, / Thri...»
«You have a right, turning out your pockets, / To say: rummage, grope, search. / To me clearer than finding cheese / In a daze, is the fact — morning in March. Trees with fleecy peasant coats / Stand in the half-exposed soil. / Outside the close room, the weight / On the branches seems...»