«Swallows have already gone. / Yesterday’s sunset / Flickered rooks around the barn, / Whether anxious or for fun / Made a living net. Darkness is inducing sleep / Coming to the yard. / Fallen leaves are laid in heap. / Angry winds in chimneys weep, / Strike the windows hard. ...»
«I have got tired of chatting about something bombastic; / All these discussions entail only yawning in me... / Running from pedants for talking with you I am eagerly rushing; / Sure am I, — in your eyes, clear and clever black eyes, / There's more beauty than you find in a hundred o...»
«Once we all used to abide / together with God, side by side, / He didn't dwell in the sky, / we'd see him from time to time / alive, on the mausoleum. / He was much more clever and evil / than that other God, the old one, / known to the world as Jehovah, / whom he overthrew with a cr...»
«February. Get ink and weep! / Burst into sobs — to write and write / of February, while thundering slush / burns like black spring. For half a rouble hire a cab, / ride through chimes and the wheel's cry / to where the drenching rain is black, / louder than tears or ink — where lik...»