«Grant me years of sickness and fever; / make me sleepless for months at a time. / Take away my child and my lover / and the mysterious gift of rhyme. / As the air grows ever more sultry, / this is the prayer I recite: / and may the storm cloud over my country / be shot through with ray...»
«“You are with me once more, Autumn my friend!” / Annensky Let any, who will, still bask in the south / On the paradisal sand, / It’s northerly here — and this year of the north / Autumn will be my friend. I’ll live, in a dream, in a stranger’s house / Where perhaps I have di...»
«So again we triumph! / Again we do not come! / Our speeches silent, / Our words, dumb. / Our eyes that have not met / Again, are lost; / And only tears forget / The grip of frost. / A wild-rose bush near Moscow / Knows something of / This pain that will be called / Immortal lov...»
«Black and enduring seperation / I share equally with you. / Why weep? Give me your hand, / Promise me you will come again. / You and I are like high / Mountains and we can’t move closer. / Just send me word / At midnight sometime through the stars.»