«My boat throbbed in the drowsy depths, / willows bowed, kissing collarbones, / elbows and rowlocks — oh wait, yes, / all of this might happen to anyone! Isn’t it all just trivial…a singing. / Isn’t its meaning — the lilac petals on / water, camomile’s sensuous sinking / lip...»
«Breasts beneath kisses, as though under a tap! / Summer’s stream won’t run for ever. / We can’t pump out the accordion’s roar / night after night, in a dusty fever. I’ve heard of age. Terrible prophecies! / No wave will lift its hands to the stars. / They say — who believes? N...»
«How lovely those journeys into quiet! / Boundless the steppe, like a seascape, / ants rustle, and the feather-grass sighs, / mosquitoes go whining through space. The hayricks line up with the clouds, / volcano after volcano, they fade. / Grown silent, damp, the boundless steppe, / you d...»
«Then summer said goodbye / to the station. Lifting its cap, / the thunder took souvenirs, / hundreds of shots on the fly. The lilac went black. And that / instant, gathering whole armfuls / of lightning, the far clearing lit / the white station-master’s shack. And when the whole roof...»