«Lady's washed her hands so long, / Lady's scrubbed her hands so hard, / and this lady won't forget / the blood around the neck. Lady, lady! Like a bird / you twitch about your sleepless bed. / Three hundred years you've had no sleep — / and six years now I've stayed awake.»
«now we place gold in your mouth, and we place poppy and honey in your hands. Salve aeternum. / — Krasinski A gold coin in the mouth; hands full of poppy and honey: / these are the final gifts of your earthly businesses. And don’t let them incinerate me like a Roman: — / I want to tast...»
«1. / He had six fingers, my father. Across the stretch of canvas, / Bruni tutored the soft trail of his brush. / Where the Academy sphinxes have stared each other out, he would / dash in a summer jacket across the frozen Neva. / He returned to Lithuania, the cheerf...»
«My master — he disliked me from the start. / He never knew me, never saw or heard me, / but all the same he feared me like the plague / and hated me with all his dreary heart. / When I bowed my head before him, / it seemed to him I hid a smile. / When he made me cry, he thought / my ...»