«I’m nailed to the bar-counter, / I’m drunk — couldn’t care less. / Off in the silvery mist — a sleigh / has flown with my happiness… off with a sleigh, buried deep / in Time’s snow, wastes of years… / it merely sifts over my soul, / from hooves, its silvery mist appears...»
«Do you recall? In our sleepy bay / the green waves were sleeping, / when battleships, in line ahead, / entered, soundlessly creeping. Four — all grey. And for an hour / we were full of questions, / while the sunburnt sailors strolled / along the shore and past us. The world became mo...»
«O courage, O achievement, O fame, / I forgot all those on this sad earth, / when, in front of me on the table, / your face shone in a simple frame. But the hour struck, you left the house. / I flung the dear ring into the dark. / You put your fate in another’s hands, / and I forgot yo...»
«Night, street, lamp, pharmacy, / A dull meaningless light. / Live another quarter century — / The same. No exit in sight. You’ll die — again, begin it all, / And as before, all will repeat: / Night, icy ripples on the canal, / Pharmacy, lamp, street.»