«I had a dream: I slept, and I imagined / That I was dead and lost in reverie at that; / And lovingly, that reverie by kind of magic / Had given rise to hope in my depressing heart. / / What kind of joy I want, I don't know, really. / There rings the bell, — and all is clarified; / M...»
«I am bored with perpetual verbiage on all that is fine and gracious; / All these chats only make me feel weary and yawn... / Leaving the pedants I run to converse with you, dear friend; / I know that these eyes of yours, the wise dark black eyes, / Have more beauty in them than hundreds of f...»
«I fell in love with you one amber day / When, born in azure glow / From every twig, its thanks to say, / Warm languor trickling would flow. White as hop blooms, lake waves foamed and rolled, / So white their bodies fair. / The laughing Lel the love-god pulled / The sunbeams of black hai...»
«Oh, how I loved you, land that bore me, / My Russia, freedom’s motherland, / When under whip you languished sorely, / Stayed silent did your people grand. Your faith was wild and quite unseeing, / For resurrection long your wait! / And now that prison’s gates are freeing, / I see yo...»