«You know, I’m languishing, locked up, / I pray the Lord to strike me down, / Yet, to the point of pain, non-stop, / I recollect Tver’s meager ground. The crane on the decrepit well, / The clouds frothing overhead, / The creaking field gate and the smell / Of wheat, and sorrowful reg...»
«He marked with coal, as I languished, / A target on my left side / To shoot and free the bird — my anguish / Into the empty night. Your hand won’t tremble in the least, / My dear! I won’t suffer long. / The bird — my anguish will soar, released, / To perch and sing its song. T...»
«Pray for the lost and overburdened, / For my living soul tonight, / You, in your path, so fixed and certain, / Having seen the cabin’s light. Sad and thankful, I’ll plainly / Tell you all without disguise, / How the blissful night had drained me, / How the morning breathed with ice....»
«The faded flag above the customs office, / The city in a yellow, murky veil. / My heart slows down, beating ever cautious, / And I feel pain each time that I inhale. To be a girl again, live in this coastal town, / Wear sandals on my feet, rejoice, / And heap my braids up high into a crow...»