«Yet all but once you’ll reminisce of me / And of my world mysterious and thrilling, / The quirky world of songs and fervency, / But among all, unique and undeceiving. It could have been yours also, but alas, / It was too much for you, or was too scanty, / I must have failed at poetry an...»
«For us the artist reproduced / The lilac in the deepest faint, / And on the canvas he diffused / Like scabs, the piercing steps of paint. He grasped the density of paint, / And the parched vision of his summer, / Warmed up within the lilac brain, / Dilated in a stifling slumber. The li...»
«In the yard I washed up late at night — / Rough-hewn stars shone on the vault of heaven. / On the ax like salt the starlight's bright, / And the barrel cooled filled to the brim forsaken. All the gates are padlocked, and the Earth / Comes across as consciousness severe, — / One canâ€...»
«I returned to my city familiar to tears, / To my vessels and tonsils of childhood years, You returned here again, then devour and cram / The fish oil from Leningrad’s hurricane lamps. Then at once recognize the December daytime / Where egg yolk is mixed in with road tar noxious slime. Pet...»