«Of mighty talent stand I musing, / Of one who stands for Russia’s fate, / Tverskóy Boulevard perusing, / I stand and with myself I prate. My hair is fair — there are few blonder — / They say that I’ve become like mist, / O Alexander! What a bounder! / And I’m delinquent — ...»
«As once I loved I really don’t. / Oh, yes, I know you’ll sorrow, sorrow / Because the sweeping moon now won’t / With verses overflow tomorrow. You’ll grieve, you’ll revel, star-wards roar — / It falls upon your brow so furrowed — / In hut your heart it did outpour, / But h...»
«Seems I’m doomed by my life to accept share of suffering; / Grief is wedded to weariness, blocking my path; / Torn it seems has my life been from playful rejoicing, / Aching heart’s been sore wounded by tiredness and sloth. Suffering seems an inheritance tied to my life; / Life is stric...»
«Now it’s here, dim-witted pleasure — / See, through white windows beyond! / Russet, like swan at her leisure, / Shimmers the sun on the pond. Greetings, gilt peaceable moment, / Birch’s reflection on pool! / Flocking crows cackle insistent / Starwards their prayer of the fool. Ti...»