«As the first signs of winter / Hover above the Neva's expanse, / We compare the scattered leaves / Along its banks to summer's radiance. But I admire these old poplars / Whose branches refuse to shed / Their dry and rusty armor / Till winter's first storms ahead. How to describe our si...»
«There are faces like magnificent portals, / Everywhere the exalted is found in the small. / There are faces like wretched hovels, / Where liver is cooked and rennet boiled. / Some are cold, lifeless faces / Locked up with a dungeon's bars. / Others are towers, where no one has toiled / ...»
«1. In the Rain My umbrella tears and like a bird / Breaks loose, cracking. / A damp hut of rain stirs and steams / Above the world. / And I stand amid the intertwining / Of cool stretched bodies, / As if the rain wished to merge / With me for a while. 2. Autumn Morning Lovers cease ...»
«Storms circle round the village, / And through anguished rain, / Flashes of lightning shatter / The sky once again. / It pours as from a flask, / And above assembled birches / A feast of electricity and rain / In fury and chaos merges. / But we walk along the road / Among the bush...»