«I’m small, my throat seized by angina, / It's silently snowing outside, / And daddy is singing: “Like nowadays, / Does Oleg the Prophet decide…” I’m hearing the poem and crying, / Attempting to hide shameful tears, / To choke sobs with pillows, and trying / To beg him, “More...»
«Children dying make me happy. / Notice: behind my nose’s hushed sighs / laughter’s vast vague foamy waves roll in. / But I / hang out in the reading room of the streets, / flipping the pages of the dictionary / whose words sound like eight-penny coffin nails hammered in. / Midnight...»
«I have enough treasures from the past / to last me longer than I need, or want. / You know as weU as I... malevolent memory / won't let go of half of them: / a modest church, with its gold cupola / slightly askew; a harsh chorus / of crows; the whistle of a train; / a birch-tree haggar...»
«It happens like this: a kind of lethargy, / In my ears the sound of a clock chiming, / Thunder fading in the distance. / Trapped, unrecognizable voices / Wail and cry out to me: the closing in / Of some mysterious circle. / But from this abyss of whispers and bells / Rises a single all...»