«To N. S. Gumiliev The day was early and milkily moist. We would soon / Be leaving and they had fastened the luggage... / On the highway in front of the harnessed pair / The winking lanterns had started to smoke. Behind was only an abandoned country cottage, / Yellow and slippery... From th...»
«Sonnet The candles had long been flooded with / The wavering ashes of sunset streaks, but / The incense that swirled was still flowing, / And ever turning pale, the flowers shrank. And dreams were so insane in the / Vaporous sea of prayers and tears, / On the waving halo of hair and / ...»
«Did one’s heart not languish / With desire for the thunderstorm. / Through white-scarlet Hashes? / But now it has fallen in love with / The turquoise’s fathomlessness. / With its weary eyes!.. All that there is of azure / Has poured itself into ...»
«That same page overflowed with ink / Is always opening to me. I will go / Away from people, but whither, whither / Can I hide myself from the nights? All the living have become so distant. / All non-existence has become so distinct. / And forgotten lines have flowed together / Before da...»