«The rich man loved a poor woman, / The scientist loved a dumb woman, / The ruddy man loved a pale woman, / The kind man loved a bad woman, / And the gold a copper coin. "Where, merchant, is your wealth all?" / "In a wallet that's full of holes!" "Where, proud one, is what you know?" / ...»
«I — am. You — will be. An abyss between us. / I drink. You're thirsty. We cannot agree. / Ten years, oh no, a hundred thousand years / Do stand between us. God does not build bridges. Be! - this is my demand. Let me walk past you / Without violating growth with my breath. / I — am...»
«Dying, I won't say: I was. There's no pity, / The culprits I don't seek. / There are more important things on earth / Than passions' storms and the lovers' feats. Beating against this bosom with a wing, / You, the youthful inspiration's culprit, / I demand this of you: Be! / From obedi...»
«Like right and left arms, here, / Your soul to my soul is near. In bliss and warmth we to each other cling / Like right wing and left wing. But garland rises — and lays the abyss / Between the left and the right wings!»