«The memory of the sun is weakening my heart. / Turns yellow the grass. / The wind blows the early snowflakes, / Lightly, lightly. In the narrow channels there is no flow — / Water freezes. / Nothing will ever happen here, — / Oh, never! In the empty sky the willow has thrown / A ...»
«Somewhere cats are mewing pitifully, / I catch the sound of distant steps... / Your words are a wonderful lullaby: / Because of them for three months I haven't slept. Insomnia, you are with me again, again! / I recognize your fixed countenance. / What is it, my outlaw, what is it, my pret...»
«The music rang out in the garden / With such inexpressible grief. / Oysters in ice on the plate / Smelled fresh and sharp, of the sea. He told me: "I am your true friend!" / And he touched my dress. / How unlike a caress, / The touch of those hands. As one might stroke a cat or bird, /...»
«The mysterious spring was still enjoying itself, / About the mountains the revealing wind was wandering, / And the deep blue lake was being blue — / The temple of the Baptist not by hands made. You were frightened by our first meeting, / But I was praying for a second one, / And again t...»