«Spring breaks in rivers the ice-floes, / And I don’t pity my sweet dead: / Having subdued my heights and roads, / Forgot I winter narrow lows, / And see the distance, in blue set. What might be pitied in a fire, / Why to be sorry by a cross, / When I am waiting for a mire / Or for a...»
«There’re the moments: the life doesn't order / Thunderstorms and disasters for us, / Someone will put light arms on your shoulders, / Someone — send a bright look to your eyes. And all earthly at once will be thrown / In the bottomless gulf of the dark, / And above it will slowly gr...»
«There’s a morn demon. He’s of gauze and light, / The happy one — with golden hair. / Like skies, is blue his tunic’s airy flood, / All — in a play of brilliants, fair. But like through azures sometimes look dark nights, / Thus through his face sometimes looks something horrid, ...»
«This night on track, that’s single and narrow, / Passed by two shadows, void of mirth — / The two who’re predestined forever / To be the poles of the earth — / / And separated in the morning, / And every one of them preserved, / Another heart’s and mind’s belonging — / ...»