«Bent with worry, God / paused, to smile. / And look, there were many / holy angels with bodies of the radiance he had / given them, / some with enormous wings and / others without any, which is why I weep / so much / because even more than God / himself I love...»
«Today or tomorrow the snow will melt. / You lie alone beneath an enormous fur. / Shall I pity you? Your lips / have gone dry for ever. Your drinking is difficult, your step heavy. / Every passer-by hurries away from you. / Was it with fingers like yours that Rogozhin / clutched the gard...»
«1 There are clouds — about us / and domes — about us: / over the whole of Moscow / so many hands are needed! / I lift you up like a / sapling, my best burden: for / to me you are weightless. In this city of wonder / this peaceful city / I shall be joyful, even / when I am dea...»
«2 Strange and beautiful brother — take this / city no hands built — out of my hands! Church by church — all the forty times forty, and / the small pigeons also that rise over them. Take the Spassky gate, with its flowers, where / the orthodox remove their caps, and the chapel of star...»