«All that is finished, finished, finished; / The circle of our days is done. / And what illusion, and what power, / Recalls you, Past, when you have gone? Some morning clean and clear as crystal, / By Moscow’s Kremlin shall I be, / When my own land recalls my spirit / To its primordial...»
«It’s a hoax, with enchanting anguish, / That’s why life is strong, and full of gloom: / Often, with its rough hand, in harsh language, / Life sends notes, exclaiming, “You are doomed!” Every time I close my eyes, I’m saying: / “Only make my heart somewhat alert. / Life is fake...»
«Behind me you must go, behind me, / My slave obedient and true; / The sparkling mountain-ridges find me / In flight unfaltering with you. Above abysses I shall take you, / Bottomless pits of mystery; / And there, while futile terrors shake you, / Is inspiration’s strength for me. Ami...»
«In summer-heat or in wintertime glistening, / Days when you marry, or triumph, or die, / I would dispel deathly boredom by listening / For a soft peal yet unheard in the sky. There it approaches, and coldly I wait for it, / Wait to get hold of it, leave it for dead. / While my attention i...»