«The river else doesn’t wholly reign, / But pale-blue ice is drowned now; / And clouds are not blue again, / But sun had drunk the snow out. Through a half-opened door, / You fret a heart with rustle; though... / You are not else in love; but lor! / You can’t not fall in love tomorro»
«In different clearness of rays, / In addling amalgam of visions / We always live in world’s things’ reign / With its triad of space division. And spreading borders of this life, / Or multiplying forms by fable, / To hide your I from not-I’s eyes / You will be never-never able. Th...»
«S. B. f-Shtein There is such love that’s similar to smoke: / If it is bound — it’s intoxicating, / Receiving freedom — vanished, not awaiting… / Be like the smoke — but in young years locked. There is such love that’s similar to shade: / If it is day — lay by your feet ...»
«You're again with me, my girlfriend autumn? / But through your net of the boughs bared, / Bluish tints were ne’er such pale and frozen, / And I don’t recall the snow more dead. I’ve not seen some sadder than your rabble, / And such black as all your lakes and streams, / In your skie...»