«Today is an ominous day: / Grasshoppers singing is down / And shadow of rocks far away / Is darker than coroner's gown. There's jingle of shimmering arrows / And screams of crows grown wise, / I dream of terrible sorrows / Moment past moment flies. Move skeins of events apart / Break...»
«I feel a fear that I cannot defy / In presence of the secretive above. / Like swallow I am happy in the sky / And loftiness of towers I love. / It seems as though the ancient overpass / Over abyss on bending beams that groan / I hear. A snowball grows and gathers mass, / Eternity beats...»
«No, not the moon, a luminous clock face / Shines from the sky, and what is my disgrace, / That I can feel the weak star's pallid force? And loathsome to me is Batyushkov's rhyme: / They asked him here once what was the time / Eternity, he told them in response.»
«I cannot stand the rays / Of banal stars at night / Greetings, my madness old, / Gun tower's searing height. Become a whirling stone / A cobweb become instead: / The empty heaven's chest / Wound with a thinning thread. My time will come as well / Spreading the wings as I ought / Bu...»