«Who will bring our chronicle to later times? / No written text, no thought, no word will reach them. / The licking flame will swallow up all signs / and blood will eat away the blind syllables. / And yet, maybe, some chance-remembered verse / will keep and hold a sacred memory. / None of...»
«Over her head and rising higher / The flowers' sheaves, descends from hill, / She neared and stared... / Who are you? / — Maya. / I am so grateful that you're here. / There — mad...»
«In this night, I will be a lantern / Inside tender hands of yours. / Don't you break, don't breath hard, don't stumble / Over the stony stairs. Just carry me very gently / Through darkness of your chateau. / Our hearts'll be beating fairly / Anxious, whispering low. In the cave of your...»
«In such an inexplicable blue, / Upon the stonework to embark, / The little ship of glowing hue / Appears in Alexander Park. / The little lamp, a yellow rose, / Arising — ready to retreat — / Above the people it adores; / Near strangers' feet. In such an inexplicable blue / The d...»