«You walk, somewhat like myself, / Hunched, and not looking up. / I used to lower my eyes as well! / Stop here, passerby, stop! Having gathered your flowers in a / Bouquet, read the stone by the gate — / It will say I was named Marina, / And I lived to the following date. It’s a gra...»
«Into this chasm, many fell, / It’s gaping wide! / My time will come and I, as well, / Will go one night. And all that struggled, shone, rejoiced / Will be ensnared — / My emerald eyes, my gentle voice, / My golden hair. Your daily bread will come. You’ll live / Without a pause....»
«The august day was softly fleeting / Into the twilight’s golden dust. / The noisy streetcars passed by, speeding. / And people passed. With no intention, absent-minded, / I took the quiet street, alone, / And church-bells sang somewhere behind me / Their quiet song. I thought of you ...»
«I never think or argue, or whine to any one. / I do not sleep. / I strive for neither sea, nor moon, nor sun, / Nor for the ship. I don’t perceive the warmth indoors or / The greenery of grass. / I don’t await the gift I wished for / To come at last. Neither the morning nor the str...»