«A breast kissed wet, as though under a shower! / But summer streams do not flow forever, / And we cannot stay on here night after night, / Raising dust to the accordion’s low drone. I’ve heard about old age — a frightening prediction! / No crashing wave will lift its hands to the star...»
«As dawn gilded the burlap row / Of bags in the old grain shed, / A bitch there birthed a litter in snow: / Seven pups with fur all red. Till night she caressed them round / With her tongue combing them neat, / And meltwater trickled down / Under her belly’s heat. At dusk, when in the...»
«Thee'd recollect, / Thee'd recollect this surely, / How I did stay near the wall and see / Thee, walking round the room and during this, / Overexcited, threw the words. / Thee said, / That there's the time to parting, / That thee'd become exhausted with my life, / That there's the ti...»
«It’s already evening. / The dew sparkles on the nettles / I stand in the road / learning on a willow tree. The light of the full moon / is falling on our roof / Somewhere far off / I hear the song of a nightingale. Like a stove in the winter / everything is nice and warm. / And t...»