«The currant leaf is prickly and coarse. / The windows in the house ring with laughter. / There, women shred it, peppering the cloves, / And marinate it all soon after. The forest heaves, like a mocking scoffer, / All of this clamor onto the slope of the hill, / Where the sun-burned hazel ...»
«Once upon a time, / Somewhere far away, / Riding through the steppe, / A horseman made his way. Through the dust, he saw, / While he sped to fight, / A forest was emerging / Dreary, dark and wide. His soul cried out in worry, / And his heart would race: / Tighten up your saddle, / ...»
«A man out of the courtyard gapes, / Not knowing what to say. / Her leave was much like an escape. / The house is disarrayed. There’s chaos all around the room. / He cannot comprehend, / Because of tears, because of gloom, / The damage’s extent. He hears a ringing in his ears. / P...»
«The roads will fill with snow, / The roofs will feel its weight, / To stretch, outside I go: / There, by the door, you wait. Alone, in an autumn coat, / With nothing on your head, / You chew the snow, distraught, / And hide a nervous fret. The fences and the trees / Into the gloom wi...»