«5 At home in Moscow — where the domes are burning, / at home in Moscow — in the sound of bells, / where I live the tombs — in their rows are standing / and in them Tsaritsas — are asleep and Tsars. And you don’t know how — at dawn the Kremlin is / the easiest place to — breat...»
«8 And the gadflies gather about indifferent cart-horses, / the red calico of Kaluga puffs out in the wind, / it is a time of whistling quails and huge skies, / bells waving over waves of com, and more / talk about Germans than anyone can bear. / Now yellow, yellow, beyond the blue trees i...»
«9 A weak shaft of light through the blackness of hell is / your voice under the rumble of exploding shells in that thunder like a seraph he is announcing / in a toneless voice, from somewhere else, some ancient misty morning he inhabits, how he / loved us, who are blind and nameless who sh...»
«6 Thinking him human they / decided to kill him, and / now he’s dead. For ever. / — Weep. For the dead angel. At the day’s setting, he / sang the evening beauty. / Three waxen lights now / shudder superstitiously and lines of light, hot / strings across the snow come from him....»