«To Anatoly Marienhof . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Crazy confusion, blood-soaked and grim! / What are you? Death? Or the healing of cripples? / Lead me to his presence, lead me to him, / I want to see the man in the thick of it. / For three days and nights y...»
«When prying idly into Nature / I am particularly fond / Of watching the arrow of a swallow / Over the sunset of a pond. See — there it goes, and skims, and glances: / The alien element, I fear, / Roused from its glassy sleep might capture / Black lightning quivering so near. There â€...»
«Where dawn is sprinkling her red waters on / The cabbages and beets, / A little nuzzling maple reaches up / To suck its dam's green teats.»
«How still it is among the junipers! / Autumn — a bay mare — cleans her mane of burrs. Her hoofs' blue clatter sounds above the bank / Of the still river where the reeds are rank. The monkish wind steps gingerly, his tread / Kneads the heaped leaves with which the road is spread, And at...»