«1. We're sharp and we are ready, / All the faster. / In each word, in each glance, in each gesture — / Two sisters. Unique and refined our taste is / And our words, / We from the old Damascus / Are two swords. Out, threshing-floor and bread's burden / And the ox! / We — are ...»
«2. We — are the dressing of poplars / In the spring, / We — are the last hope / Of the kings. We're on the bottom of ancient cup. / Come see now: / In it is your dawn, and our / Two dawns too. And touching lips to the cup / Drink all the way. / You will see on the bottom / ...»
«1 Such voices can be, / That you're silent, don't repeat them, / So that wonders you foresee. / There are also giant eyes / The color of the sea Now he stands in front of you: / Look at forehead and at blood / And compare him with you! / The decrepit blood, / Tiredness turned blue....»
«2 Like seaweed, like branches of willows / Of Malmazonia are your limbs, / Thus you did lie in sprays of sea foam / And absent-mindedly transfixed Upon the sweet light-golden melons / Of diamond and aquamarine / The eyes forever semi-open / So blue-and-grayish, bluish-green. The wav...»