«I am defiantly wearing his ring / — Yes, in Eternity — as wife, not on paper. — / His overly narrow face — / Like a sword. His mute mouth, angles down, / Painfully gorgeous eyebrows. / In his face tragically merged / Two ancient blood lines. He is thin like first fragile branc...»
«1. The August day was slowly melting / Into the golden afternoon dust. / A few rattling trams, / And people passing. Absent-mindedly, as if without a goal, / I took a quiet lane. / And — I remember — the soft pealing / Of bells. I envision your pose / I decide everything on the...»
«4. War, war! — burn incense before the icons! / And the clatter of spurs. / But the Tsar's proclamations do not concern me, / Neither do the poeople's quarrels. I seem on a fraiyed tightrope / I — a tiny dancer. / I — the shadow of someone's shadow. / I — a sleepwalker / B...»
«6. Falling leaves over your grave, / And the smell of winter. / Listen to the dead, listen, my dear: / You are still mine. Laughing! — In the blessed road cloak! / Moon high. / My - so surely and so unalterably, / Like this hand. Again with a bundle I walk up early in the morning / ...»