«Who answered me in the forest grove? / Did an old oak whisper to a pine, / Or a mountain ash creak far away, / Or the okarina of a goldfinch sing, / Or a robin, my little pet, / Call suddenly at sunset? Who answered me in the forest grove? / Did you remember / One spring, our past, /...»
«[after S. Galkin] The autumn world is sensibly ordered / And inhabited. / Enter, be quiet in the heart of things, / Like this maple. And if dust covers you momentarily, / Don't be alarmed. / Let the dew from dawn fields / Wash your leaves. When thunder breaks out over the world / An...»
«As the first signs of winter / Hover above the Neva's expanse, / We compare the scattered leaves / Along its banks to summer's radiance. But I admire these old poplars / Whose branches refuse to shed / Their dry and rusty armor / Till winter's first storms ahead. How to describe our si...»
«There are faces like magnificent portals, / Everywhere the exalted is found in the small. / There are faces like wretched hovels, / Where liver is cooked and rennet boiled. / Some are cold, lifeless faces / Locked up with a dungeon's bars. / Others are towers, where no one has toiled / ...»