«I must perform my smoky rite. / Disgraced before me lie prostrate / Fruits of a summer by the sea: / A sard’s twin-hearted strawberry / And the ant’s brother, an agate. But I prefer the rank-and-file / Soldier of the sea gulf, gray, wild, / That no one’s pleased to see.»
«The memory of sun weakens in my heart, / grass turns yellow, / wind blows the early flakes of snow / lightly, lightly. / / Already the narrow canals have stopped flowing; / water freezes. / Nothing will ever happen here — / not ever! / / Against the empty sky the willow opens...»
«When my mother dear sent me / Off to the army, / Then my kinfolk also came, / Came a-running: "Where are you going to, my lad? / Where you going? / Vanya, Vanya, please don't go / Into the army! "The Red Army has enough / Bayonets. / The Bolshevik...»
«(A narrative poem) Tra - ta - ta - turn! / Tra - ta - ta - turn! / Marching, marching, marching, marching, / Into chains of iron the links are forming, / In a thundering step they go grimly on, / go grimly on, / go on, / go on / To the last, the main redoubt. Main Street is frantic...»