«Winter nears. Once more / the bear’s secret retreat / will vanish under mud’s floor, / to a child’s fretful grief. Huts will wake in the water, / reflecting paths of smoke, / circled by autumn’s tremor / lovers meet by the fire to talk. Denizens of the harsh North / whose roo...»
«Like a brazier’s bronze cinders, / the sleepy garden’s beetles flowing. / Level with me, and my candle, / a flowering world is hanging. As if into unprecedented faith, / I cross into this night, / where the poplar’s beaten grey / veils the moon’s rim from sight. Where the pond...»
«Like with a bronze ash of the braziers / Spills with the beetles sleepy park. / With me and candle mine at grade with / Are hanging blossomed worlds in fact. And like in an unprecedented / Faith am I passing at this night, / Where poplar that’s dilapidated / Has veiled a lunar path al...»
«Як бронзові вуглини з жару, / Жуки колишуть сонний сад, / З моєю свічкою на пару / Світи палаючі висять. І, наче в дивну нову віру, / Іду в цю ніч я залюбки, / Бо там т...»