«Like a white stone in the depth of a well, / There is one memory lying in me. / I don't want to fight: / It's a joy and a suffering. It seems to me, that the one who looks / Closer into my eyes, will see it at once. / It will become sadder and more pensive / For the one receiving the sc...»
«In the hours at the table. / An impossibly white page. / The mimosa smells of Nice and warmth. / A large bird flies in the moonlight's path. And making your braid tight for the night, / As if you would need braids tomorrow, / Through the window I'm looking, sad no more, / At the sea, th...»
«Everything is as it used to be: there is fine sharp snow / Hitting at the windows of the dining room, / And I myself haven't become new, / But a man came to me. I asked: "What do you want?" / He said, "To be with you in hell." / I laughed: "You'll predict us both, possibly, bad luck." Bu...»
«The land though not mine, / But forever in my memory, / And in the sea, / Tender icy and unsalted water. On the bottom the sand is whiter than chalk, / And the air is drunk, like wine, / And the rosy body of the pine trees / Is naked at the sunset hour. And the sunset itself in the wav...»