«I’ve a presentiment of You. Years pass, / Yet I’ve this one presentiment of You, All the horizon on fire — impossibly bright, / And mutely I wait — in love and longing. All the horizon on fire — your shape is near, / And yet I fear: You’ll change your form, excite, at last, a ...»
«Those born in uneventful days, / fail to recall the track. / We — born of Russia’s fearful years — / cannot forget a single thing. The incinerating age of ashes! / Do you bring news of hope or madness? / The days of war, the days of freedom / have left a blood-red sheen on our fac...»
«Wholly in love with our wine; / The goodness of bread from the oven; / The woman, who’s granted to us / After long-torment; we take our pleasure. But what can we do with a rose-red dawn, / A sky above drowned with cold, / Where there’s silence and unearthly quiet, / What to do with ...»
«Don’t let your soul be idle never! / To not mill wind and be in slight, / The soul must be working ever / Both day and night, both day and night! Chase that from house and to house, / Drag from one stage to other stage, / Through sluggishness and over rouse, / Across track snow, via r...»