«All has been taken: strength as well as love. / Into the unloved town the corpse is thrown. / It does not love the sun. I fear, that blood / Inside of me already cold has grown. I do not recognize sweet Muse's loving taste: / She looks ahead and does not let a word pass, / And bows a head...»
«To lose the freshness of the words and sense, for us, / Is it same as for an artist to lose vision, / Or for an actor — voice and motion, / Or for a gorgeous woman — her finesse? But do not seek now for yourself to keep / What heaven has given to you below: / We have been judged —...»
«The quiet April day has sent me / What an unusual, strange missive. / You knew that passionately in me / The scary week is still alive. / I did not hear those ringing bells / That swam along in glazier clear. / For seven days sounded copper laugh / Or poured from eyes a silver tear....»
«This city by the fearsome river / Was my crib blessed and dear / And a solemn wedding bed / Which the garlands for the head / Your young cherubs held above — / A city loved with bitter love. The subject of my prayers / Were you, moody, calm, and austere. / There first the groom came...»