«To V. A. Komarovsky This quiet April day imparted / Words full of strangeness and mystique. / You knew that I was still faint-hearted / From the distressing Maundy week. I didn’t hear the ringing clang / That swam up high in azure glaze. / Either a copper laughter rang / Or silver te...»
«Next to the river, this dark town — / My blissful crib at first, and then, / The marital bed where I lied down, / With garlands hanging overhead, / Your youthful seraphs up above, / A town loved with bitter love. The platform for my prayers, you / Were gloomy, quiet and austere. / M...»
«How dare you, on the Neva, gaze, / Advancing on these bridges calmly?.. / I’ve been saddened, in a daze, / Since your vision rose before me. / These black angels have sharp wings. / Final judgment’s drawing near. / And crimson flames, in fiery rings, / Rose-like, in the snow appear»
«The darkest days of the year / Must be lit up with splendor. / I can’t find the words to compare — / Your lips are so soft and gentle. But don’t raise your eyes in defiance, / Protect my life, my dear. / They’re brighter than first violets, / But deadly to me, I fear. I know, n...»