«Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal / the way you dream, the things you feel. / Deep in your spirit let them rise / akin to stars in crystal skies / that set before the night is blurred: / delight in them and speak no word. How can a heart expression find? / How should another know your ...»
«Be silent, I beg, don’t dare to wake me. / In this criminal and shameful century / Not to live, not to feel – an enviable fate. / Sleep in joy and with greater joy be stone.»
«Russia cannot be known by the mind / Nor measured by the common mile: / Her status is unique, without kind – / Russia can only be believed in.»
«Throughout blue nights / glisten mountains’ eyes, / eyes of death, eyes of fright, / by icy horror paralysed. / Charmed by some spell / till Dawn’s first beams, / in hazy menace they dream, / like all those ancient kings who fell. But let the East begin to shine / and th...»