«Forget the nightingale in the fragrant flowers, / Only do not forget love’s morning... / And the bright-black breast of revivified earth / In the unrevived leaves! Among the tatters of its snowy shirt / Only once did the earth desire too - / Only once was it intoxicated by f...»
«The little girl with the / Green belt is bustling / About, planting two poor / Yellow seedlings in the sand. They don’t stand up — and that’s / It: isn’t the sand glad of them? / But the sun is already in the / West and the garden turns golden. The child shakes one small / Wh...»
«The sky has driven us quite out of our minds: / It has blinded us, now with fire, now with / Snow, and stubborn winter, baring its teeth / Like a wild beast, has retreated behind April. Scarcely for a moment does it sink into forgetfulness, / When again the helmet is pulled over its brows, ...»
«To Valia Khmara-Barshchevsky Having taken leave of the starry Wastes, / Palm Week was sailing on the / Last doomed piece of frozen snow / Into defunct April’s yellow dusk. It was sailing in fragrant smoke, in / The fainting of death knells, from / Icons with profound eyes and from / ...»