«With those broad brims, jackets long and spruce, / With notebooks full of verses — all your own, / So long ago to ashes you reduced, / Like blooms of lilac, off its branches blown. There, where you are, to form is nothing bound, / All things are blurred, disjoined, vague and shapeless. /...»
«Among the other children in the flock / She, with her reddish mass of matted hair, / A worn-out smock tucked into pants threadbare, / Resembles suddenly an awkward baby frog — / With lips so thin, and teeth all shaped so wrongly, / With features pinched, and face so plain and homely. To...»
«In this birch grove of quietness / Faraway from disasters and plights, / Where at dawn there oscillates / The unwinking and rosy light, / Where as if a clear avalanche / Leaves pour down from branches on high, / Sing me, oriole, song of a hermit`s chance, / Song about my life. Having ...»
«When faints the heart for sorrow, / In life's hard, darkened hour, / My spirit breathes a wondrous prayer / Full of love's inward power. There is a might inspiring / Each consecrated word, / That speaks the inconceivable / And holy will of God. The heavy load slips from my heart — / ...»