«I love Humanity and Nature, / But I don't like to merely stroll, / I know for sure, while filling pages: / No one will grasp my works at all. Content with small stuff, I’m beholding / What stingy life gave, as it could: / A leaning elm and barn — my gold things, / A small, wide hill...»
«Not with "those" guys, nor with "these" guys, / From both equally aside, / Nowadays, all bring but disgust, / And by neither I abide. Folks I pity, to hate loyal, / Poison semi-lives with feud, / And God bless them, vile, annoying. / This humanity is crude. Do all conquests and invent...»
«I know a woman, full of silence, / Her bitter weariness from words, / Dwells in mysterious, blinking eyelids / Their widened pupils, secret worlds. / Her soul is greedily wide open / To copper music of sweet verse. / To life, that’s worldly, pleasant often, / She’s deaf and lofty, ...»
«Polite with life of hard modernity: / Between us two, there is a border, / As all, that makes life's proud grins guaranteed / Is my sole bliss, a cure from boredom. My triumph, glory, deeds, so wonderful — / Lost talk, today by fate embezzled, / Ring through my soul, like copper thunder...»