«You look like me — looking down; / Your eyes on the graveyard lane. / I, too, kept my eyes on the ground; / Please stop and read my name! Pick poppies and verbena: / They grow here wild with sage — / And read my name, Marina, / Along with two numbers — my age. Don't think that I ...»
«Some like maids, and others — marquesas / To each his own, as they say — / The concierge's daughter (her name is Lisa) / Has stolen my heart away. Lisa is known to be timid and private — / Our autumn romance is discreet. / Her mother is strict and my Lisa keeps quiet / Whenever we...»
«Recall the day when sleepy water / Seemed green and lazy at the shore? / All of a sudden, we both spotted / Two warships, gray — and then two more. And all at once, the world expanded / And opened like a story book, / The sailors passed us by; we envied / Their tan and their foreign l...»
«It happens so: there comes a sense of languor; / My ears ring with some disturbing chime; / The rumbling thunder turns into a clangor / Of distant voices, captured and confined. Surrounded by pleas and rueful crying / I feel this cryptic circle narrow down, / And then the crowd of murmurs...»