«On the blue paper, crudely, / Crudely blue, but in the / Most delicate net, the / Twigs were thrown apart, / Twig-cobwebs. And on the / Twigs was hoar frost, / Semi-precious hoar frost / Just like grains of / Sugar... On the blue / Paper the twigs were / Thrown apart, the tears /...»
«The sorrowful and tremulous din / Did not spread, and was stilled... / Over a silvery thicket are / A scarlet haze and dark ardor. And in the distance a clear / Drawing-the forest’s blue / Heights, like strokes traced / On copper with aqua fortis. The road is clear, but the destiny /...»
«I am on the bottom; I am a sorrowful / Fragment; above me the water is shimmering / Green. Out of the heavy glass darkness / There are no roads for anyone to anywhere... I remember the sky, zigzags of flight, / White marble, and under it the cistern; / I remember the spray from the founta...»
«The clouds are white in the blue dome, and the leafy / Tree-tops have receded clearly into the heights, but the / Dust is already gleaming, and the shadows have lengthened. / And phantoms from afar are gliding towards one’s heart. I do not know whether the tale has been so brief, / Or I h...»