«У місті вночі / тиша складається / з собачого гавкоту, / запаху мокрого листя / і далекого брязкоту товарних вагонів. / Пізно. Моя донька спить, / поклавши головк...»
«My heart is singing, singing, singing, / In it there is the blossoming, / Of course, I can not have excuse / In these so awful years. The coffins are across my earth / And hunger, murrain, death — / But I feel, for some reason, glee / As if the sun is...»
«Good poetry just tantalizes me, / Bad poems are so sweet for some reason: / They don't hurt me,don't sting my soul like bee, / Indeed,they have warmth of the "velvet" season. / They are like such sweet lemonade for me / Or a light silk dressing-gown,let even artsy. / For genius I have a ...»
«In wide-brimmed hats and long duffel coats, / With notebooks full of your verse, / Long ago like fallen lilac sprigs, / Into dust you've since dispersed. You're in that land, where no shape's ready-made, / Where everything's disjointed, blurred, aborted, / Where the sky is replaced by a b...»