«Since ancient times, a special measure / Has existed for all living things. / If I hadn’t been a poet, I probably would / Have been a thief and a conman. Thin and short, / Always a hero among boys, / How often I came home / With a busted nose. To my frightened mother / I hissed thr...»
«Shine, my star, don’t fall, / Shed your cold rays. / After all, a living heart doesn’t beat / Behind a cemetery fence. You glow with August and wheat / And fill the shadows of fields / With such a tearful trembling / Of herons that never flew away. And, raising my head ever higher,...»
«Here it is, the harsh brutality, / The full meaning of human suffering! / The sickle cuts the heavy ears of wheat / The way they slit throats of swans. Since time immemorial, our field / Has known the morning shudder of August. / Straw is tied up in bundles, / Each bundle lies there lik...»
«I don’t regret, I don’t call, I don’t cry. / All will pass like smoke from white apple trees. / Overcome with the gold of wilting, / I won’t be young anymore. / / Touched with cold, you will no longer / Beat in the same way, heart, / And the land of birch chintz / Won’t te...»