«How can you look at Nieva, / How can on the bridges you rise? / For a reason I'm sad since the time / You appeared before my eyes. / Sharp are black angels' wings, / The last judgment is coming soon, / And raspberry fires, like roses, / In the white snow bloom.»
«All year long you are close to me / And, like formerly, happy and young! / Aren't you tortured already / By the traumatized strings' dark song? / Those now only lightly moan / That once, taut, loudly rang / And aimlessly they are torn / By my dry, waxen hand. / Little is necessary to...»
«I do not count mortal days / Under the roof of a chilled empty building, / I'm reading the Apostles' words, / Words of Psalm-singer I am reading. / Sleet is fluffy, and stars turn blue, / And more marvelous is each meeting — / And in the Bible a leaf / On the Song of Songs is sitting»
«Black road wove ahead of me, / Drizzling rain fell, / To accompany me / Someone asked for a spell. / I agreed, but I forgot / To see him in light of day, / And then it was strange / To remember the way. / Like incense of thousand censers / Flowed the fog / And the companion bo...»