«From "Hour of the Soul" 2 In the profound hour of the soul, / In the profound hour of night... / (A giant footstep of the soul, / Of the soul in night) At that hour, soul, create / Worlds, where you want / To reign — the bedchamber of the soul, / Soul, create. Make lips, rust, powd...»
«Much like me, you make your way forward, / Walking with downturned eyes. / Well, I too kept mine lowered. / Passer-by, stop here, please. Read, when you've picked your nosegay / Of henbane and poppy flowers, / That I was once called Marina, / And discover how old I was. Don't think tha...»
«No one has taken away anything. / I savour our separateness. / I kiss you across the hundreds / Of disuniting versts. I know our gifts are not even. / My voice is calm, for the first time. / What good to you, young Derzhavin, / Are my undisciplined rhymes? For your fearsome flight I ch...»
«From 'Poem of the End' 3 And — the embankment. Still I embrace / The water like a solid thickness. / The gardens of Semiramis, / The hanging ones: your likeness. I hug the water's steely bar, / The colour of corpses, ashen, / Like singers hugging a music score / Or blind men graspin...»