«Please Listen! / If stars are lit, / it is something / that somebody needs? / Someone wants them / To be and to last, / Even calls them pearls, those specs of spit. / And suffocating / In the blizzards of midday dust, / He bursts in on God, / afraid it's too late to s...»
«I am back in my city, dear to me like my tears / Like small veins, swollen glands of my infancy years. You have come here, now go ahead in one gulp / Down the fish-oil of Leningrad’s river lights lamps Can you make out this day of December that’s marred / By the egg-yolk stirred into the...»
«We exist out of touch with the land underneath / Our words from ten paces conceal our grief / Just the Kremlin's highlander's voice's present. / The soul crusher and slayer of peasants (Version. / Where's enough for a half talk words landed, / They'll remind of the Kremlin's highlander.)...»
«Listen, / if stars are lit, / it means there is someone who needs it. / It means that someone wants them to be, / that someone deems those speckles of spit / magnificent. And overwrought, / in the swirls of afternoon dust, / he bursts in on God, / af...»