«My imagination, obediently, / Conceives grey eyes. / In Tver, in my solitude, / It’s you I bitterly remember. Happily captive in another’s arms, / On the left bank of the Neva, / My famed contemporary, / You have all that you desired; You who told me: Enough, / Go now, quench you...»
«We shall not sip from the same glass, / No water for us, or sweet wine; / We’ll not embrace at morning, / Not gaze from the same sill at night; / You breathe the sun, I the moon, / Yet the one love keeps us alive. Always with me, tender, true friend, / And your smiling friend’s with...»
«Always so many pleas from a lover! / None when they fall out of love. / I’m so glad it plunges, the river, / Beneath colourless ice above. And I’m to stand — God help me! — / On the surface, fissured, gleaming, / With my letters, for posterity / To judge, in your safe keeping, ...»
«For the last time, we met, / On the embankment, as ever. / High water in the Neva, / Fear of flood in the city. He talked of the summer and said, / How absurd — a woman poet! / I remember the Tsar’s great palace, / The Peter and Paul fortress! — Then, the air was not ours, / Bu...»