«There is no day's temptation / In a folio in which people die. / To woman — all of the planet, / To woman — Ars Amandi. Heart — of a lovers' potion / Heart — is more loyal than all. / Somebody's mortal sin is / Woman from the cradle. Ah, so far to the heaven! / Lips — ...»
«1 Clouds — all around, / Cupolas — around, / Over all Moscow / Many arms are wound! — / I am lifting you, my best burden you / Oh my little tree / Flying weightlessly! In this wonder-town, / In this peaceful town, / Where if I were dead / I'd be happy one, / To be king f...»
«2 From my hands — not a hand-created town, / My gorgeous brother, my strange one. Upon the church — Forty times forty, side by side, / And pigeons that above them glide. And Spassky — with flowers — gate, / Where Orthodox Believer doffs his hat. The starry belltower — haven f...»
«3 Past the towers at night / We are rushed by squares. / Oh, how roar of soldiers / In the night instills fear! Rumble, loud heart! / Kiss with passion, love! / This roar is so bestial! / Daring — oh — is blood! My mouth is aflame, / Given that sight's divine. / Like a golden...»