«(From the "Middle Night Poems") / / At last, you said a word specific this, / Not such as them… who on one knee self settle, / But such as him, who broke off his fetters, / And native birches’ sacred leafage sees / Through rainbow of non-awaited tears. / And silence started sing a...»
«Whenever I’m, I see your works in greatness, / Your labors, worthy to be blessed and prayed: / The gilt of limes in autumn, that is endless, / And blue of streams, created just today. There’s just a thought — and somnolence, right now, / Leads me into your quiet gardens’ shades, / ...»
«On Day of Victory, so gentle, dim and famous, / When Dawn is red as red is burning Flame, / Like Widow over Gravestone nameless — / Belated Spring’s in troubles all the same. / She hurries not to rise up from her knees: / Would breathe on Bud, slightly caress fresh Grasses, / Take of...»
«We all became by hundreds years older, / And this was happened through an hour one: / Was smoking the planes’ deeply plugged body — / The summer, short, was ready to be gone. At once, a road grew the strongly various, / And a cry flew there, with a silver ring, / With closed eyes, I p...»