«Whether to look for you on earth — / I don't know if you're dead or you live — / Or about you in the evening / I should for you, departed, grieve. All is for you: and the daily prayer / And the sleeplessness' swooning flame / And the white flock of my poems / And my eyes' blue viole...»
«No, my prince, I am not the one / On whom you'd rather lay your eyes, / And for long these lips of mine / Do not kiss, but prophesize. Do not think I'm in delirium / Or with boredom I do whine / Loudly I speak of pain: / It's the very trade of mine. And I know how to teach, / That th...»
«From memory of you I will remove that day, / So that your helpless-foggy look ask this: / Where did I see the Persian lilac bush, / The swallows and the wooden house? Oh, yet how often will you recollect / The sudden angst of the desires uncalled / And in the pensive cities you did seek /...»
«Did not scold me, did not praise me, / Like friends and like enemies. / Only left his soul to me / And then said, "Now keep in peace." And one thing worries me so: / If this moment he will die, / God's archangel will come to me / For his soul from the sky. How then will I hide her so, ...»