«15 Without word, without call — / Like a thatcher from the roof falls. / And again, possibly, / You come — in the cradle you lie? You burn and don't dim, / The light of several weeks.. / Which of the mortals / Rocks your crib? The blessed heaviness! / Singing chestnut that prop...»
«16 Like drunk, like sleepy / Unawares, without caution, / The dimples of temples: / Sleepless conscience. Empty eye sockets: / All dead and light. / Empty glass of a dreamer / And man with second sight. Not you on / Still rustling pile of garbage / Carried out — / Returning by...»
«17 Thus, O the Lord! And this my prayer / Accept for temple's confirmation. / I sing not pleasures of my love — / I sing the wound of my nation. Not nasty person's rusty trunk — / Granite, with people's knees rubbed coarse. / Hero and tsar given to all, / To all — a singer — ...»
«Shout for joy! There is no Tsar. / Shout for joy! There is no Russia. / Shout for joy! For God is dead. All there is, is icy star, / All there is, is dawning’s yellow, / As the years in millions thread. Shout for joy! There is no one, / Shout for joy! There’s nothing spun, / It’s...»