«Dust smells of a sun-ray, / Girls’ breaths, — violets hold, / Freedom clings to the wild honey, / But there’s no smell to gold. The mignonette smells of water, / Apple-tang clings to love, / But we were always taught that / Blood smells only of blood. So it was no use the governo...»
«Some gaze into tender faces, / Others drink until morning light, / But all night I hold conversations / With my conscience who is always right. I say to her: "You know how tired I am, / Bearing your heavy burden, many years." / But for her, there is no such thing as time, / And for her,...»
«O.M. And the town is frozen solid, leaden with ice. / Trees, walls, snow, seem to be under glass. / Cautiously I tread on crystals. / The painted sleighs can’t get a grip. / And over the statue of Peter-in-Voronezh / Are crows, and populars, and a pale-green dome / Washed-out and mudd...»
«I shall come into your dream / As a black ewe, approach the throne / On withered and infirm / Legs, bleating: "Padishah, Have you dined well? You who hold / The world like a bead, beloved / of Allah, was my little son / To your taste, was he fat enough"»