«On Palace Square again, commanding, / The column gleams with silver glow. / And, on the echoing bridge top landing, / An icy carpet starts to grow. Come sleighs in sleigh-tracks, sleighs pursuing. / The horses’ breathing, swirling, steams, / Beneath their dashing hooves’ ice-chewing /...»
«You wanted life: mad aberration! / And when you’d non-existence spurned, / You rushed towards plain’s agitation. / Well! Now the whole of life you’ve earned. So do not marvel at the changes / From joy to grief: for everything — / The day, the night, the years’ exchanges — / ...»
«So, there against the blue of winter glass / In empty room a slender Swede is folded — / She bends above her work as if in class, / Just like a silent child when she’s been scolded. The scarlet bullfinch is her picture’s theme, / Along with fading sheaves — so strangely soft and si...»
«Don’t disappear… For if that’s what you do, / in pieces from your very self you’ll vanish, / betraying all you are for ever, too — / this basest fraud we only then can banish. Don’t disappear… for it’s too easy and / we find we cannot resurrect each other. / Death pulls us...»