«To A. S. Pushkin Attractive smiles of hers were meant / The Poet’s love to tantalize, / It wasn’t love that's backward sent / By his appriciating eyes: It was a lovely gracious dream, / Light dream of His imagination. / It wasn't love: Apollo's beam / Served for the poet's inspi...»
«The spring has come! The air reveals / Full brightness of the skies! / How nice because of such a light / The azure blinds my eyes! The spring has come! How very high, / Caressed with sunny beams, / The clouds float in the sky / Conveyed by balmy winds! The soil is wet, the brook...»
«An autumn has at its beginning / A short and nonetheless amazing time: / Days kind of crystal-clear being / Delightful eves are full of shine… The former field of ears is laid bare / And emptiness provides expanse for eyes, / Just of a cobweb a thin hair / On an idle furrow g...»
«The last adieu. Brief ecstasy and wonder, / A blink in time when life held you to me! / I'll not succumb to words of Love, prithee, / In spells and scents of Love will not meander. Possessed the world — and suddenly lost all. / My dream began and then like fancy vanished! / And awkwa...»