«Wiping tears of hurt and childish sorrow, / Cotton dress you took—your best attire — / Always somepne straight from out a story, / To a world of fables you retired. Ever since, by dreams I’ve been bedevilled / That you’d left your fable-land domain, / That I had been married to a ...»
«Far from the madding crowd and mirth / A young girl lived on the edge of the earth, / Fantasy breathing sweet as the air, / Of my fantasy unaware. There she lived on the edge of the earth, / That is the story, for what it’s worth... / Just too bad that the earth is round / And has no ...»
«To N. Aseyev* Night stands guard by blown-up bridges, / Horse has lost its way in mistiness. / Dying on the damp earth lies a laddie / Who for comfort could not care less. Warm caressing weather freezes quickly / On the laddie’s parched and lifeless lips / And the gleaming stars of 191...»
«Kakhovka*, Kakhovka, my rifle-companion, / A smouldering bullet discharge. / Irkutsk and Warszawa**, Oryol and Kakhovka — / The milestones of many a march. The lines were attacking and bullets rained heavy, / Machine guns were blasting away, / She came in her trenchcoat, through burning...»