If light is felled — I am able to see nothing,
If a man is a beast — I hate him and scorn,
If he’s worse than beasts — I kill him, laughing,
If my Russia is over — I die and I mourn.
Если гаснет свет — я ничего не вижу.
Если человек зверь — я его ненавижу.
Если человек хуже зверя — я его убиваю.
Если кончена моя Россия — я умираю.
«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, / ...»
«Cloudarias floated all folorn / over the far high hills away, / Cloudarias cast their canopied shadows / over the desolate far away. / Cloudarias tumbled their canopied shadows / over the desolate far away... / Cloudarias floated all folorn / over the high far hills away.»