«I came to see the poet. / Right at noon. On Sunday. / Behind the window panes / Of airy, spacious rooms Deep frost and crimson sun / Hang over tousled smoke… / Oh, how quietly my host / Sets his bright eyes on me! Those eyes of his — / Can never be forgotten. / I know not to lo...»
«The blizzard beats with snow / On my windows, as before. / I have not become new, / Yet a visitor is at my door. I asked, "What do you want?" / "To be in hell with you." / I laughed, "Oh, you will spell / For both of us misfortune." But, lifting his lean hand, / He lightly touched th...»
«Aus dem hohen, dem Tor, / Hinter den Sümpfen der Ochta hervor, / Auf nie begangenen Wegen, / Über die Wiesen, die ungemächten, / Durch den nächtlichen Postenkordon, / Unterm Gelaute der Karprozession, / Uneingeladen, / Unversprochen, / Komme zum Abendessen zu mir.»
«I heard the voice. It promised solace. / "Come here," it seemed so softly call. / "Leave Russia, sinning, lost and graceless, / Leave your land, pray, for good and all. / I'll cleanse your hands from blood that stains you, / And from your heart draw back black shame, / The hurts of failu...»