«Our rifles at the ready, / Bayonets gleaming with blue light, / As we rode a star peeped shyly / Through the darkness of the night. Our horses walked on slowly, / Bridles lay slack in our grip, / “Mercury that star is named,” / Pensively I let the word slip. When the fight is in th...»
«The street-cars at midnight / Are quiet in the street, / The law-abiding people / Are all fast asleep. / Midnight near the balcony / The branches is stirring, / Quiet is Arithmetic / And Algebra’s snoring. Midnight has arisen / O’er the Soviet Union. / Side by side with angles...»
«It’s nice, if a bit slow, / This city of Rostov. / Main streets here bear the names / Of soldiers of great fame. / So restless, day and night / Its Garden Street’s packed tight. / But sidestreets stand quite still / With sound of poetry filled, / And that was why I thought / Th...»
«Flimsily dexterous / The droplets go — / The springlet sketchily / Darts to and fro... While I — / a rock that is well past its prime — / Feel helpless to guess one thing: / Just why / this inanimate little spring / Is moving faster than I.»