«Love is a causelessness. Thoughtlessness even. / To love for a reason? I love for I feel. / Love is like a troika, demented and rabid, / Rushing toward a ship that is leaving to sail. Where to? Does not matter. I like aimless journeys. / Magnolias blooming... Wandering ice... / Fly onward...»
«Theyre "red" today, and theyre "white" tomorrow — / Ah, no tapestry! No flowers, this! / Tiresome to me to the point of nausea, / Small people hideous and turned to beasts. Lowly today and tomorrow lowly, / Today the thieves and tomorrow too. / Vile scoundrels now and vile scoundrels f...»
«To birds and to poets the Lord all their sustenance gives: / I dont reap or sow, but for a second year I exist. / And for kind song-poems the people whore also kind / Will forgive your errors and sins, too, if any they find. / Who needs the art now? Who needs it — I do not know, / But to...»
«My fire on the shore was getting low. / The liquid glass was petting sleepy sand. / And bitter wormwood soul, evaporating slow, / In misty darkness swayed above the land. The broken granite wings are not in motion, / The winding spine is caught by stone grips. / Abandoned land, I see your...»