«Shaganet, o my love, Shaganet! / You will know because I am Nordic; / I can tell you a meadow, most scenic, / Moonlit rye waves one cannot forget. / Shaganet, o my love, Shaganet, You will know because I am Nordic; / So bright shines the moon out there / That it may outglow any glare / ...»
«Here is this happiness — silly — / Windows looking out to the lawn. / The sunset is peaceful, it’s gliding / On the lake like a scarlet-necked swan. Greetings to you, golden stillness, / The birch, white and svelte as a stork. / Over the roof, a flock of jackdaws / Tends vespers t...»
«No more searching footsteps in the groves, / No more strolling in the leaves... / With your flaxen hair like a sheaf of oats / You have disappeared from my dreams. Skin in crimson berry juices splashes; / You were sweet, and beautiful, and kind! / Like the dusk, last sunrays in your lashe...»
«This evening's light is golden bright, / The April's coolness is so tender, / Though you are many years too late, / I still do welcome you to enter. Right next to me why don't you sit / And look with happy eyes around. / This little notebook has in it / The poems written in my childhood...»