«Painting artists, take the color of this weather / And the noisy daily pace of Moscow yards, / So your brushes and the leaves be mixed together / In the yellow of November’s boulevards. Dip your brushes in the blue as to remember / The traditional forgotten city art, / Let your painting...»
«Relentless and untamed, / Be stubborn, fire, and burn. / Decembers hand their claim / To January’s turn. We’re plenteously supplied / With merriment and mirth, / One moon to share its light, / One spring to share its warmth. May years burn black in whole / And then — who cares ...»
«Hand created so much beauty fascinating to the eye! / Yet it still falls short when reaching for the powerfully high / Godly grace, incessant beauty that eternally will reign — / That is flowing down to tempt us from the height we can't attain.»
«Word’s brief. Age has a narrow span. / Which niche then has a place for man? / Where and when, in which lost hole / Do roses unfold inside his soul? / How quick must he be, his chance being slim / To stay numb and to sing as measured for him, / To patter upon the planet, and / To tu...»