«You say that I’m asleep, and you / Laugh over me, humiliating / And you would force me to repeating / A hundred times “My love is true”. Your southern voice is soft, your grace / The grace of a gazelle recalling / But I come to you from a place / Of storm where endless snows are f...»
«Yes, I have loved. And the mad glowing / Of love’s drunk pain is at an end. / The triumph and the overthrowing, / The name of “foe”, the word of “friend”. There have been many. . . . Are all fleeting? / Mere memories and shades of dreams. / Strangely I call them up, repeating / ...»
«On the door a thick and heavy curtain, / Through the window night mists peer. / What is left of all your hateful freedom, / Juan, now that you know fear? Cold and lonely is the sumptuous bedroom, / Servants sleep in night profound. / Out of happy lands unknown and distant / You can hear...»
«All that is finished, finished, finished; / The circle of our days is done. / And what illusion, and what power, / Recalls you, Past, when you have gone? Some morning clean and clear as crystal, / By Moscow’s Kremlin shall I be, / When my own land recalls my spirit / To its primordial...»