«The exhausted world sighs of confusion, / The pink even streams oblivion... / We were parted by shadows, not people, / Oh my dearest boy, heart of mine! === Walls are towering, in a fog dressing, / Spear was dropped without strength by the sun.. / In the evening world I'm cold. Where are...»
«Once again I am bending my knees before you, / Having noticed your garland of stars far apace. / Let me know, dear Christ, that not all things are ghosts, / Allow me, at last, not a ghost to embrace! I am tormented by these long days. With no worry, / With no aim, in half-darkness, I am so...»
«Outside the window once again / A fir is lit by snow.. / This cradle of yours, my dear friend, / Why did you outgrow? The snowflakes fly, to all adhere, / And melt too fast to know... / What therefore for, you stupid one, / Did you it outgrow? Days' weight upon it didn't press / T'w...»
«With a milky and even wave / The moon washed the cold parquet. / I sweetly was sleeping under the moon, / To a hot cheek pressing a bouquet. With light and with sleep doubly disturbed, / I opened the eyes sleepy, / And like a pink angel without wings / The Girl Death leaned to me. Meda...»