«It happens: no oblivion, no dreams, / The near shadows are roaming in the mist, / Whether you argue or you don’t, no doubts, / “Death and time are reigning on this earth”. Death and time. Suffering – we’ll add. / ...But by the morning, all of a sudden, with no cause, / With grie...»
«A window, a dawn, ... as shadows, are barely seen / Two chairs, a bookshelf on the wall. / Did I wake up? Or the ethereal lilac’s smell / I fancied in my dream? Or this is through the grieving parting, / Through those dim and smoky clouds, / A shadow is reaching out / And smiles from ...»
«One person said: "One life is not enough" / Another said, "The goal we can't handle" / A woman, habitually and dull, / Not listening, has rocked the cradle. The fading ropes creaked so much, / Fell into silence — more gently every time! — / As if the angels sang for her from heaven / ...»
«"O, my heart is torn apart / Of tenderness ... O, yes, I loved my life / Without measuring, without quenching passion, / — But by the age of thirty, I have no strength enough". Over a poet, leaning with a smile, / Unknown surgeon then / With lancet will cut his tired chest, / Instead...»