«Fall nicht, Stern, mein Stern, bleib oben, / schick das kalte, schick das Licht. / Nahe, sieh, die Kirchhofspforte — / Toten Herzen schlagen nicht. Felderstille voller Strahlen, / Sternenkorn, augustgewiegt, / lichtdurchbebt: du klagst mit allen / um den Kranich, der nicht fliegt. Ic...»
«Upon the cobbles / of my foot-clobbered soul, / the steps of loonies / twine their grinding rhymes. / Where the towns / are hung / and in the nooses of clouds / the crooked necks of towers / are wrung, / I start to cry / because / by the crossroads / the cops are crucified.»
«Please Listen! / If stars are lit, / it is something / that somebody needs? / Someone wants them / To be and to last, / Even calls them pearls, those specs of spit. / And suffocating / In the blizzards of midday dust, / He bursts in on God, / afraid it's too late to s...»
«I am back in my city, dear to me like my tears / Like small veins, swollen glands of my infancy years. You have come here, now go ahead in one gulp / Down the fish-oil of Leningrad’s river lights lamps Can you make out this day of December that’s marred / By the egg-yolk stirred into the...»