«Di manakah mawar, / Temanku yang sayang? / Layulah mawar, / Hilang bak bayang. / Jangan berkata: / Masa muda pun layu. / Jangan berkata: / Kehidupan tak sayu. / Minta maaf / Pada kusuma, / Tunjukkan kami / Bunga lili.»
«To flourish amid the incessant hell / Of steps, now heavy, now loud, / And groaning pulleys and fumes, / And the clicking of billiard balls. To make love till a streak / Of blood red flares up in the East, / An hour, till a white kerchief / Copes with a scythe. To feed to Reproaches a...»
«I could have loved the winter, / But the burden is heavy. / Even smoke cannot / Escape into the clouds. The sharply etched lines, / The unwieldy flight, / The pauperish blue / Of the tear-swollen ice. But I love snow, weakened / By the easy life above, / Sometimes glistening white,...»
«The yellow steam of Petersburg’s winter. / The yellow snow which clings to the flagstones... / I don’t know where you are, and where we are. / Only that we are part of each other. Did the tsar’s decree create us? / Did the Swedes forget to drown us? / Instead of a fairy tale our pas...»