«Eu noto teus olhos de arcana tristeza minguantes, / E junto aos joelhos tuas mãos já mais finas. / Escuta: na beira do Lago de Chad, distante, distante / Há uma girafa de graça genuína. Esbelta de pernas sua forma é harmonia, / E leva pintados na pele arabescos de magos; / Somente a...»
«Do you know the region where / everything in abundance breathes? / Count A. K. Tolstoy And do you know the region of modest hovels, / where hunger forces people toward heavy sins, / where it's always inhuman, faces are ever grim, / where the sound of laughter had faded long ago, / and w...»
«She raised herself on her fingers / and made me a gift of her lips. / I kissed her a little tiredly / in the moist autumn silence. Tears were dropping soundlessly / in the moist autumn silence. / The dreary day expired, we weary / like everything that isn't in a dream.»
«Amid the worlds, in twinkling of the stars / There’s the One, whose name I always utter… / ‘Tis not because I love Her with my heart, / But rather because languish I with others. And if my doubt is hard in all its might, / ‘Tis She alone, whom always I inquire, / ‘Tis not becaus...»