«A stark barren fact that all logic opposes, / Bare truth that oppresses my soul: / Atrid lies dead on a bed of red roses, / So how can I live, how my grief to condole? All that we dreamt of, always and ever, / Longings and yearnings and fears, / All was made flesh in his purest endeavor...»
«White churches stand tall and there’s resonant, glistening ice, / And the cornflower-blue is abloom in my son’s precious gaze. / Nights strung with diamonds hang high on the ancient town’s heights, / More yellow than linden-flower honey the sickle-moon’s rays. Dry blizzards blow in fr...»
«(The Overseas Ostrich) Here I come, / in feathers of stanzas, meter and rhyme, / an overseas ostrich, in sum, / is what I’m. / Trying, do I, my poor noggin to hide, / to deep under jangling of plumage abide. I’m not yours, you snow-smothered monstrosity! / Deep, burrow deep / int...»
«The year will come, a year pitch black for Holy Rus, / When crown from head of Romanovs will fall; / The rabble once in thrall to tsars will let sheer havoc loose, / To feed on blood and bloody death will be the lot of all. That year will see the time when law is brought to naught, / When g...»