«I’m cold. The season of transparence, Spring, / Decks out Petropolis in fluff of greenest green, / While squeamishly repulsive, like jellyfish’s sheen, / The river flows on wan and sickening. / Fireflies of auto lamps go gallivanting past, / Along Neva’s north shore they congregate; ...»
«In transparent Petropolis we will leave only bone, / here where we are ruled by Proserpina. / We drink the air of death, each breath of the wind’s moan, / and every hour is our death-hour’s keeper. / Sea-goddess, thunderous Athena, / remove your vast carapace of stone. / In transpare...»
«In transparent Petropolis we all will die, / Where Proserpine holds sway in clouds above us. / With each deep breath we drink in lethal air from the sky, / And every hour does one more lethal year encompass. / O Goddess of the Sea, Athena Pallas, remove thy / Mighty helmet, composed of pui...»
«From a fearful height, a wandering light, / but does a star glitter like this, crying? / Transparent star, wandering light, / your brother, Petropolis, is dying. / From a fearful height, earthly dreams are alight, / and a green star is crying. / Oh star, if you are the brother of water a...»