«Out of the fog two eyes burned / The mute blackness of the snow. / And the smoke remained in the / Air as a fountain’s hot gold. I know that a fiery dragon all / Coverуd in downy snow will now / On its riotous course break the / Sleep of the spellbound distance. And with it weary sl...»
«How cleanly the skies are extinguished. / With what delicate caprice / The distant forests recede to those / Heights we knew as azure... In your eyes there is no reproach: / Like a memory you meet the / Burning - out of sunset clouds / And the bluish-pink reflection. But I do not conqu...»
«On the blue paper, crudely, / Crudely blue, but in the / Most delicate net, the / Twigs were thrown apart, / Twig-cobwebs. And on the / Twigs was hoar frost, / Semi-precious hoar frost / Just like grains of / Sugar... On the blue / Paper the twigs were / Thrown apart, the tears /...»
«The sorrowful and tremulous din / Did not spread, and was stilled... / Over a silvery thicket are / A scarlet haze and dark ardor. And in the distance a clear / Drawing-the forest’s blue / Heights, like strokes traced / On copper with aqua fortis. The road is clear, but the destiny /...»