«I cannot stand the rays / Of banal stars at night / Greetings, my madness old, / Gun tower's searing height. Become a whirling stone / A cobweb become instead: / The empty heaven's chest / Wound with a thinning thread. My time will come as well / Spreading the wings as I ought / Bu...»
«I take no joy in the pleasures of the strife / And nature is a graying dot today / And only in light drunkenness I may / Experience the colors of my life. / The wind is playing with a cloud immersed / An anchor falls to bottom of the sea / And breathless like a canvas under me / Soul o...»
«Let's head to village of the Tsar / Where drunken, swept by wind and free / Young men are smiling right at me / Riding on horseback high and far. / Let's head to village of the Tsar! Parks, castles, stables in a row / And on the trees are lumps of snow / And to the shouts — "be well, ...»
«All day long the autumn's dampened air / In confoundment and angst I have inhaled. / I would like a supper — and the stars are / In a blackened purse and gold and pale! And as with a yellow fog o'ergrown, / I descend into a tiny hole; / Nowhere such a restaurant have I known / Nor suc...»