«The disquiet of vaporous moonshine, / The heartache of plains without end — / In youth these aroused that confusion / Where loathing with love would contend. The dry willows lining the highway. / The waggon wheels’ long-drawn refrain... / For nothing on earth would I like now / To h...»
«Drowsy feather-grass. Beloved lowlands, / Wormwood fresh and of a leaden hue. / There’s no other country that so wholly / Calms my soul and warms me through and through. This would seem our common dispensation / And at one conclusion we arrive: / That, rejoicing, suffering and raging, /...»
«Leaves are falling, leaves are falling. / The wind is moaning / A long dull moan. / Who’ll bring joy, my heart enthralling? / Who, friend, shall my heart console? Heavy-lidded my eyes are, slowly / I fix my gaze upon the moon / And once more the cocks are crowing / In air to autumn ...»
«To my sister Shura I’ve never seen women so pretty, / But, I must say, at heart I secrete / Not a bad but a good-natured envy / That my own young days you repeat. My cornflower manifest — you are, / And you I shall love evermore. / How is our old cow there now doing, / Munching its...»