Lo, my prophetic dreams are very truth at last:
France bows to Russia's might and Europe is laid low.
The glory we may claim no nation yet surpassed!
The gift of peace 'tis in our power to bestow.
Be the Greek Alexander renowned as great in war,
But who brings peace on earth, his soul is greater far!
Сбылись моих надежд пророчественны силы:
Россия Францию, а с ней Европу победила.
На верх какой теперь мы славы взнесены!
Спокойство может дать вселенной наша сила.
Пусть Греций Александр велик слывет войной;
Но мир кто умирит – тот более душой!
«The secrets under Maya’s garments / My hand is timid to reveal. / Reflected world of wonders, charming / In your large pupil — seems surreal. And combinations intertwining / Spell love, show parts of city street — / The neon lights and Ether shining / Spring’s verve and thaw it ...»
«Oh peaceful hours of precious solitude! / Epiphanies I treasure like prized grain — / Which sprouts from my soul’s dark terrain / From inspiration’s seed to charmed and verdant fruit. Souls' torments in the days gone by / And wine — set heart aflame; / While now sole remains / ...»
«He hung without swaying / Thin belt on branch's bend. / His hat — a black remainder / Marred freshly combed sand. / Left palm, pierced by the nails, / Of still, yet stiffened hand. The sun ascended slowly / For noon its horses set, / He faced the morning Helios / In somber tet-a-...»
«Blizzard wails past my window, / Covers my porch with mounds of snow. / Diddle time away, cast shadows — / From the wedding ring I wore. My old cat makes new discovery — / Chairs don’t purr. So he is still. / Blind blizzard in old livery — / Icy staff raps like a bill. Winter n...»