«To the pinkish, yellowish, graying critics, / and also to the iridescent critics, colored / like shot silk. Muse! Lament away, complain away, / My sad conclusion still is this: / Of the millions who read newspapers, / Nine-tenths don't read any verse. Its polemics attract a different sor...»
«You don't have to listen to folktales, / Or believe what you read in papers, / I saw it myself. With my own eyes. / Do you understand? I saw it. Myself. / The path's here. Over there is the hill. / Between them, / running li...»
«To K. Zelinsky I was in prison in that town, / My cell was four by three. Still / I could hear the sea through the bars, / And I was happy. / Every day at noon / A cannon sounded over the town. / From early morning, barely awake / I was waiting...»
«Dear Mummy my darling / I. Love. You. / Gran — my darling / I will right more to I no the alfa bet already / I’ll be six pretty soon / A doll is what there gonna get me / And I already got Theres no more room / I kis all of you / This stick and ten donuts / A million times, I...»