«I won’t beg for you love: it’s laid / Safely to rest, let the earth settle… / Don’t expect my jealous letters / Pouring in to plague your bride. / But let me, nevertheless, advise you: / Give her my poems to read in bed, / Give her my portraits to keep — it’s wise to / Be k...»
«For Alexander Blok / / I came to him as a guest. / Precisely at noon. Sunday. / In the large room there was quiet, / And beyond the window, frost / / And a sun like raspberry / Over the bluish-grey smoke-tangles. / How the reticent master / Concentrates as he looks! / / H...»
«So many stones are thrown at me, / They no longer scare. / Fine, now, is the snare, / Among high towers a high tower. / I thank its builders: may / They never need a friend. / Here I can see the sun rise earlier / And see the glory of the day’s end. / And often into the window of m...»
«How can you look at the Neva, / Stand on bridges just the same?.. / No wonder I’ve borne signs of grieving / Since the night your image came. / / Sharp are the black angels’ wings, / Soon the judgement of the dead, / And street bonfires blazing red / Like roses in snow are flowe...»