«At moments of so sad an air / When for a yellow shore I wish / A lady's voice bids, "May you fare / Well" as impulsive birch trees swish; Below the gray sky, first are snows / To lie on fields where flames have lain, / The sunless, faithless flyway goes / For many a snow driven crane......»
«The oak tree's tall. The water's running deep. / The restful shadows 'round begin to steal. / And there's such silence up on you to creep / As though the nature here knew no ordeal! And there's such silence up on you to creep / As though no roof heard any tell of thunder! / No wind along ...»
«When I hear notes of mournful music / I think of river's yellow shores, / Recall the sough of restless birch trees / And that one woman's farewell words. I also think about the silence / Of newborn snow beneath grey skies, / And then how desperate and faithless / Should be poor cranes' ...»
«Peaceful you are, native land of mine! / River, songbirds, willow trees... / My mother’s tomb is not far away, / Left here since my childhood years. — Where is the graveyard? Can someone help? / I could not find it myself. — / People then quietly answered me: / — It's on that s...»