«And truly, one cannot predict / Who in the world will be one’s reader: / A ball can’t know what it will hit / Once it’s shot into the distance. Well, then, my life-creating verse, / Whom I breathe and in whom I live, / Fly off into darkness, into the void, / Or simply, into the se...»
«People cut a hole through / The dark-blue thickness of ice: / An air vent for big fish and little, / Water for water hoistings, / A way out for a weary woman / If in the end life turned out / Not to be traveling her road, / If she had nowhere to go!»
«Chase poems of the night away, / No need for preemies of the spirit: / Since night assists you at their birth, / And night is an atrocious midwife. You madman! If you really do / Aspire to exalted singing, / Outstubborn, try to overcome / Your momentary excitation. Know this: the chatt...»
«To Maksakova “I know who you’re mad for, darling! / And for whom your sighing pleads: / And it’s me who has inflamed you / With this burning chilly breeze. “Don’t lie low, don’t be persistent, – / Either way you’ll come again, / Gypsy love has put its stinger / In our ...»