«Breaks in round bays, and shingle, and blue, / and a slow sail continued by a cloud — / I hardly knew you; I've been torn from you: / longer than organ fugues — the sea's bitter grasses, / fake tresses — and their long lie stinks, / my head swims with iron tenderness, / the rust ...»
«I clasped hands in the veil’s saving darkness... / “Why your face got the pallor today?” / That’s because I filled him with tart sadness, / made like drunken, and gotten a sway. / How can I forget? He left staggered, / lips are bent to significant rate... / I ran down behind lik...»
«The tenant sits upon his case, / Abstractedly regards the floor, / The same old table, bed, and chair, / The old upholstery the same old place, / The same ragout on the plate. But despite / All this, everything wears a strange new light. Daisy's thick calves gleam enticingly, / Her buxo...»
«Three students sit with a pair of whores: / Dudilenko, Barsov, and Blok; / Dasha wears a kerchief and a boa, / And Kasha a shawl and a frock. The workman's lamps have burned right down, / All eyes are on the cards they play, / Heads bent low, necks and shoulders round,...»