«'Tis time, my friend, 'tis time! For rest the heart is crying. / The days go swiftly by, hour after hour flying / Bears off some shred of lifeyet still we wish to live, / Though death must coine, how soon? And joy is fugitive. / Not happiness, but peace and freedom may be granted / On eart...»
«Torpid summers, snow-choked winters, / at all your weddings, birthdays, funerals, / always I listen for a dim, unheard chime / to drive away my deadly boredom. There . . . ! Now, with cold concentration, I wait / — to understand, to pin it down, to kill it. / And as I wait intently, a t...»
«Those born in backwater years / forget their own way. Russia / gave birth to us in her years of anguish / and we can forget nothing. Years of holocaust, do you / herald madness, or the advent of hope? / Days of war, days of freedom, / have stained our faces with bloody light. We are sp...»
«I A barren patch to the right of the cemetery. / Behind it a river flashing blue. / You said: "All right then, get thee to a nunnery, / Or go get married to a fool..." It was the sort of thing that princes always say, / But these are words that one remembers. / May they flow a hundred ce...»