«For me it’s much more pleasant / To look at the stars / Than to sing up a prisoner / To a death sentence. / For me it’s much more pleasant / To listen to the voices of flowers, / Whispering: "It’s he" / Bending their heads, / As I walk through the garden — / Than to see the...»
«I call you to try with a sword / To touch the shirt. / It’s away. / Say with the sword: the King is naked. / What we’ve done with fuzz of breath / I call you to do with iron.»
«To snow you / With silver of powder. / To give you a big broom, / The right to chase winter — / To give you.»
«The Neva-river knows many Last Supper eyes. / Yesterday here the blood of saviors housled / With the body of north, paving-stone. / Here’s caroled the love of pages ablaze. / It’s with ash of the love that the evening’s so black / Both of workmen and pale librarians. / Stream is fl...»