
«Her Torch was fiery and scarlet, / He Was thawing and twilight snow: He / Looked at Her and burned away, and / Burned away out of untasted blisses. The bosom of death opened blackly, / He did not hear the summons: / Live! And the hopeless flame of / Love was left alone in the ether. An...»
«The bright enchantment is / Ended, the heart has awoken / Empty; in the heart, as after a / Fire, goes suffocating smoke. “Finished” — a pitiful word; do / Not fear a pitiful word: soon in / The remnants of the past, even / Through smoke I shall understand. That which did not wa...»
«Sonnet For two days they have been whispering here: / Straight and dumb, still that same guest is / In the house, and the chrysanthemums’ shaggy / Locks are withering in the suffocating smoke... I look on and think: peace to him, / But to us, to all of us, has the / Hatchway into that ...»
«To N. S. Gumiliev The day was early and milkily moist. We would soon / Be leaving and they had fastened the luggage... / On the highway in front of the harnessed pair / The winking lanterns had started to smoke. Behind was only an abandoned country cottage, / Yellow and slippery... From th...»