«To Maksakova “I know who you’re mad for, darling! / And for whom your sighing pleads: / And it’s me who has inflamed you / With this burning chilly breeze. “Don’t lie low, don’t be persistent, – / Either way you’ll come again, / Gypsy love has put its stinger / In our ...»
«What is the meaning of seventh heaven? / Is it a circle deep into the heights? / Like the gallery in a theater, / An outer limit for enthusiasts? Even amoebas have their own heaven, / Replete with a throng of amoebic saints, / They have their heroes, and Cleopatras, / Zealous for love a...»
«I seek for rhythmic whisperings / Where noises bandy — / For life I listen wistfully / In footless banter. I cast wide nets and tentative / In lakes of sorrow. / I go toward final tenderness / By pathways sordid. I look for dewdrops glistering / In falsehood's gardens. / I save t...»
«I crave for the roses and garden my best, / That’s clad in the best in the word airy fence. Where statues remember me youthful and blessed, / And I – them all covered by Neva’s cold waves. In silence, so fragrant, amidst limes of kings, / I hear: the ship's masts are squeaking in swing...»