The stopper in the iodine
has rotted from the strength inside,
the way the soul will burn unseen
and eat the flesh it's occupied.
Пробочка над крепким иодом!
Как ты скоро перетлела!
Так вот и душа незримо
Жжет и разъедает тело.
«Thank you for everything. For the war, / For the revolution and exile. / For the indifferent bright country / Where we now ‘drag out our existence’. / There is no sweeter destiny than to lose everything. / There is no happier fate than to become a vagabond. / And you’ve never been ...»
«Is the lithe gypsy really also fated to experience / All Dante’s torments? / O. M. This is how I see your face and glance. / B. P. O, Muse of Weeping… / M. Ts. Komarovo Sketches ...And here I renounced everything, / All earthly blessings. / The forest tree stump became / The sp...»
«Under an electric lamp / With a hysterical smile / and head in the pillow. A bird brought down by a gunshot, / No, this is only a dream, / A bad dream… Casino and Nice / And starry firmament. / And yet she is proud / of her riches and herself / And her bitter destiny, / She is ...»
«I went to bliss. The footpath gleamed / The ruby tint of evening dew, / And ebbing in my spirit streamed / The distant song of dawn anew. The song of dawn, as sunset strove / To fade away. The heavens glowed, / And through the welkin’s seas above / The flames of evening purple flowed....»