«In the mirror is steaming a cocoa cup, / A lace curtain sways, and along / The path to the chaos of garden and steppe / The mirror runs to the swing. There swaying pines needle the air with resin; / There, fussily bending to look / For its glasses, the garden is combing the grass; / The...»
«On Victory Day, when misty swirls are tender, / And when the sunrise blazes, crimson red, / The spring that’s tarried pleads for a defender / Through widow at his nameless final bed. / She’s in no hurry to get off her knees, / She blows upon a stem, the grass she touches, / And from ...»
«1 Your name a bird in my hand. / Your name ice on my tongue. / The lips make a single gesture — / Your name: / A ball caught in mid-air, / a silver bell in my mouth. A stone tossed into a pond / claps your name. / Horsehooves at night / dryly thud out your name. / The loud clic...»
«5 In my home in Moscow cupolas glow, / in my home in Moscow bells clang, / tombs stand in my home in rows, / queens sleep there, and kings. Didn’t you know that in the Kremlin at dawn / it’s easier to breathe than anywhere else? / Didn’t you know that in the Kremlin at dawn / I p...»