«1. To live on an exposed peak, / To write uncomplicated sonnets.... / Being sustained by the peasants / With bread, wine, and cutlets. 2. To burn my ships, those behind and ahead, / To lie down, looking at nothing, in bed. / Drift into dreamless sleep and, for ken's sake, / Some one h...»
«One group clamors: “What is form? Child's play! / When one pours runny manure into crystal – / Does not the crystal become less desirable?” The others contradict: “Simple-minded fools! / Even the best wine served in cracked vessels / Respectable people won't deign to consume.” T...»
«An artist, while wearing his canvas pants, / had once upon a time sat on his palette and, / jumping up, ran around huffing and puffing: / “Where's the turpentine? I'll quickly wipe them!” But catching a closer glimpse of the rainbow / he, in a creative trance of intuitive flow, / cut ...»
«We've got the hot Sun, and naive, little children, / And joy of prized melodies, books that intrigue, / If not, how could on this round planet have lived then / Beethoven and Pushkin, and Heine, and Grieg? Invisible arts live in every small instant, / In thoughtful, strong words, smiles and...»