«Are you still alive, my starushka? / I am too, and I wanted to write. / I hope evening still bathes the cottage / in the same indescribable light. They tell me that you try to hide it, / but I'm causing you pain and distress. / You walk out on the road after supper / in your tattered an...»
«One white and lonely sail out there, / amidst fog and the ocean’s blue. / What does it seek in distant lands? / What’s amiss in the land it knew? Waves leap up into whistling wind; / the tall mast bends; the rigging creaks. / This isn’t a flight from trouble — / contentment is n...»
«A breast kissed wet, as though under a shower! / But summer streams do not flow forever, / And we cannot stay on here night after night, / Raising dust to the accordion’s low drone. I’ve heard about old age — a frightening prediction! / No crashing wave will lift its hands to the star...»
«As dawn gilded the burlap row / Of bags in the old grain shed, / A bitch there birthed a litter in snow: / Seven pups with fur all red. Till night she caressed them round / With her tongue combing them neat, / And meltwater trickled down / Under her belly’s heat. At dusk, when in the...»