«Words are like lamplit fireflies. / While scattered and unseen in the dark, / Their pure flame is dim and insignificant, / And their living dust invisible. But look at them in a Black Sea spring, / Where oleanders sleep in solemn bloom, / Where a sea of fireflies glows in the nocturnal ab...»
«With Leeuwenhoek's magic device / Science discovered / Signs of astonishing life / On the surface of a water-drop. The realm of birth and death / Is the link in an endless chain, / In this world of wondrous creations, / It's so minute and plain! Except the abyss, where meteors fly, / ...»
«The hot sultry summer / Comes dazzling by degrees. / The grass, scorched by the sun, / Is dressed in a moist vapor. The burdock, yellowed by heat, / Unfolds its pink armour / And stands, choking with flies, / Beneath the tall windows of a hut. In the bloom of nature / There's a brief...»
«With face upturned to the sky, / Head uncovered, / He lingers by the gates, / This God-accursed old guy. / All day he sings, / And his sad, angry refrain, / Striking at the heart, / Startles pedestrians again. Around the old man / Younger generations stir. / Blossoming in the gar...»