«Life is a lie with enchanting anguish, / And that’s what makes it so powerful: / With its crude hand it writes / Lethal letters. Every time I close my eyes, I say, / “Let the heart be disturbed. / Life might be a lie, but even life, sometimes, / Garnishes its deception with pleasure...»
«For my sister Shura Ah, so many cats in the world, / You and I could never count them. / The heart dreams of sweet peas, / And a blue star is ringing. Whether awake, delirious, or just waking up, / I remember this from long ago— / A kitten was purring on the couch, / Looking at me wi...»
«Ah, hell, what a blizzard! / It’s hammering white nails into the roof. / But I’m not afraid — it’s in my fate / That my hapless heart nails me to you.»
«Snowy plain, white moon. / Our land is draped in a shroud. / Dressed in white, the birches cry in the woods. / Who perished here? Who died? Could it be me?»