«From the cycle POEMS OF MIDNIGHT You spoke at last... / No wooer on bended knees / Those words, those fateful words would thus have spoken... / You said them like a captive who has broken / His chains, and fled, and through the blur of tears / A virgin grove of nodding birches sees. / T...»
«Do not speak of the north and its sadness / And a dread and malevolent fate. / Surely this is a festive occasion: / You and I, we are parting today. / Never mind that the moon will not haunt us, / And the dawn you and I will not meet. / I will shower you with gifts, my beloved, / Of a ...»
«1 It's time!... Oh, to forget Zhukovsky Street, / The white-walled house, the city's roofs and arches, / Its zoo-like din.... Away! Away to meet / The winking mushrooms and the nodding birches / Of Moscow's princely, sparkling, dewy fall, / The skies remote, the leaves and grasses rustlin...»
«From the cycle NORTHERN ELEGIES One's memories live long and have three epochs. / The first is close, like yesterday.... Within / Its hallowed bower the soul enjoys repose, / And in its shade the body refuge finds.... / The tears stream still, the peals of laughter linger, / The spot of i...»