«5 In the name of massacre / Hold tight, my one with wings! / There was an hour of crossing / And will be — of getting even. In that ton-and-half hour / Between fact and dream / Heavily paddled / The ship's wings. Between Charybdis — yes! — / And Scylla paddled away. / Oh my...»
«Horse — lame. / Sword — rusty. / Who — now? / Leader of crowds. Step — hour, / Sigh — century, / Look — down. / All — there. Foe. — Friend. / Thorn. — Laurel. / All — dream... / He. — Horse. Horse — lame. / Sword — rusty. / Cloak — ol»
«Into the ether / Leads the path. / Stop, now! / Blind is youth. / Higher, all higher! / Into blue rye! / Stop, now! / You'll step in the sky.»
«Above crosses and pipes, / Baptized in fire and smoke, / The heavy-footed archangel — / Eternal Vladimir, hello! He's the rider and he's the horse, / He's the right and he's the whim. / He sighed, and spat into the palms: / Hold tight, the dray fame! The singer of plaza wonders — /...»