«The naked freedom is coming / Casting flowers on our hearts / And, keeping in step, with heaven / We talk, having equal rights. / We, soldiers, will strike in a strict way / At stern shields with our hands: / Let the people become the king now, / Forever, in all lands! / Let maidens ...»
«The night is full of constellations. / What advent, what intelligence / of freedom or restraint / shines in your wide pages, book / above me, what fate must I make out / in the wide midnight sky?»
«We want to be familiars of the stars — / we’ve been too distant long enough. / We’ve found the fun of acting tough. / Be big, be bold, be like Baklanov, / or Platov, or Ostranitsa — / stop bending over backward / before Mohammedan majesty! / Let politicians sputter — / spit...»
«People in love, casting / long looks, long sighs. / Beasts in love, raising / dregs in their eyes, / choked on their bits of foam. / Suns in love, covering / night with a weft of earth, / dancing to meet, to mate. / Gods in love, forming / the trembling universe / into verse, / ...»