«Homesickness! Long ago revealed / as fraudulent delusion. / I don't care where / I am alone. It doesn't matter across what streets, into what house / I drag myself, and my shopping basket — / a house that doesn't know I'm there, / like a hospital or barracks. I don't care who sees me...»
«There’ll be no one in the house, / Save for twilight. All alone, / The winter day will be aroused / From the curtains left undrawn. Only clusters, wet and white, / Flashing where the wind propels, / Only roofs and snow, — besides / Roofs and snow, — nobody else. Frost, again, wi...»
«A life of fame is crude ambition, / It’s not what elevates and lifts. / No need to archive each revision, / And tremble over manuscripts. The goal of art is one’s self-giving, / And not the racket of success. / To be a fable with no meaning / Retold by all is shamefulness. Don’t ...»
«The cult of personality is stained, / But after forty years, the cult / Of gray monotony and disdain / Persists like in the days of old Each coming day appears lackluster, / Until it’s truly hard to bear, / It brings but photographic clusters / Of pig-like and inhuman stares. The cul...»