«I know, I know — the skis will soon / Again crunch on the snow. / Up in the sky, an orange moon, / And charming slopes below. The palace windows are all bright, / In quietness set back. / No trails and no roads in sight, / Just ice holes shining black. Tree of mermaids, do not welter...»
«A golden dovecote by the water, / A comforting, alluring-green; / The salty breeze wipes out the sheen / From gondolas, restoring order. Strange, gentle people everywhere. / Bright souvenirs in every window: / A winged lion on a pillow / And on the column in the square. Old, faded canv...»
«The prayer rug is all worn out, / The room is gloomy, bleak and cold / And dark-green ivy twines around / The window on the outside wall. The roses stream a fragrant scent, / The icon lamp grows dim and sputters. / Embellished by a loving hand, / The storage chests are bright with flowe...»
«Everything’s the same: the snow / Falls, across the window sweeping, / And I’m no different than before, / Though a man had come to see me. I asked him then: “What are you after?” / “To be in hell with you,” he said. / And I responded to him with laughter, / “You’re doom...»