«Sing me of a little bluetit's / Quiet life across the sea... / From Winter Night by A.S. Pushkin Tell me, little sister-soul, / Why'd you choose to slake your thirst / Not from Eden's clear bowl / But from ours on Earth? It is too unsafe abode — / Human body, frail and dark. / Were...»
«In my home there is not a soul. / Just the portrait on the wall. Crawling across blind eyes / There are flies, / flies, / flies. And I ask her — Is it nice / Under the glass, in paradise? Flies climb down across the face, / The old woman softly sa...»
«I've come from nowhere / In order to slash / The wonder of oneness / Into Soul and Flesh / / The orb of the world / To dissect, making breach / Between Song and Waters / Between Land and Speech / / To taste earthly board, / And return at long last / In radiance of words / ...»
«To Sofia Chatskina And all of us will walk separately: / these ones — into company, those — to loneliness. / But we will all walk together / when it comes our time to die. A star will rise over the wilds, / and the sky will raise itself higher — / and then we’ll hear so many song...»