«I Darkness — and white / Snow hurled / By the wind. The wind! / You cannot stand upright / For the wind: the wind / Scouring God’s world. The wind ruffles / The white snow, pulls / That treacherous / Wool over the wicked ice. / E...»
«To G. Chulkov I wander more and more about the city. / More and more see Death. And I smile / A reasonable smile. Well, what of that? / So I would have it. It is my nature thus to know / That death will come to me too, in its time. I walked along the road beside the races. / The golden d...»
«With this evening lake I hold discourse in the high / Harmony of song. In the slender thicket / Of high pines, from ramparts of sand, / From among graves and tombs where icon-lamps / Shine, and dusk is a smoky blue-gray, I send her loving songs. / She does not see me, nor need she. / Li...»
«I do not like the empty vocabulary / Of love, its shabby phrases — “You’re mine,” “Yours,” / “I love you,” or “I’m yours forever.” / I do not like slavery. With a free glance / I look into a lovely woman’s eye, / And say, “Tonight, yes. But tomorrow / Is a new a...»