«In Kievan temple of the divine wisdom / Falling to knees, I before thee did vow / That your way will be my way / Wherever, wherever it will go. Thus heard Yaroslav in a white coffin / And angels made of gold in his stead. / Like pigeons, weave the simple words / And are now near the sun...»
«City vanished, the last house's window / Stared like one living and stark... / This place is totally unfamiliar, / Smells of burning, and field is dark. But when the curtain of thunder / Moon had cut, indecisive and wan, / We could see: On the hill, to the forest, / Hobbled a handicapp...»
«Oh, there are unrepeated words, / Whoe'er said them wasted more than he should. / Inexhaustible only is the blue / Of sky and generosity of God.»
«A girl was singing in the church choir / About all ships that have gone to the sea, / About people joyless and tired / Who left long ago and never were seen. Her voice was flying right to the dome, / And on her white shoulder the ray did beam, / And everyone looked and listened from / T...»