The flowers and the manmade thingsAre nice to smell around this house.The freshly gathered piles of greensLight up the soil with jolly colors.The chill is slightly drifting, butThe hothouse cloth is off already. A tiny pond is...

НадеждаНадежда с крыльями свилаГнездо в душе моей,Щебечет песенку без слов,И нет предела ей,Она согреет и в шторма,И бури нет такой,Чтоб разлучить могла онаНас с птичкой милой той.В холодных льдах, в чужих м...

Страсть разлукиО, велика моя любовь -Везде найдет его она;Придет с дыханием ветров,Разбудит от ночного сна.На крыльях страсти тень моюОн всюду видит пред собой,Днем - темным облаком явлюсь,Столпом огня - во тьме ноч...

A wise and simple life I learned to live,I pray to God in quiet meditation,I take long wanderings before the eveTo weary the unneeded angst and tension.With burdock rustling; and the rowan redAnd yellow berries gradually fading,...

No, for your love I do not strive.It’s elsewhere safe now, I suppose…Believe me, I would not composeSome jealous letters to your bride.But here’s some wisdom for your profit:Entrust my verses to her eyes,Let her possess my every po...

The Evening RoomI am now speaking with the special powerThe soul produces once and never hence.A bee is buzzing on the evening flower,The old sachet’s aroma is so dense.This room, where windows give a narrow lighting,To lov...

To the poetO poet! Do not fall for public adoration.Its praise not worth an ear to you is promptly brought.You hear a fool’s critique and crowds’ cold derogation, But you must stay intense, untroubled, and uncaught.You’re king:...

Amidst the throes of mortal daring,I know: Black Angel shall one dayShow from the dark to scream, unsparing,That our salvation has no way.But, diffident and simple-mindedAnd as a holy message fair,White Angel shall appear behin...

By her – between us – I’m enchanted: Of royal knights she’s quite a tease And her Circassian eyes, for granted, If but by verse, can be confrontedAgainst the southern stars with ease.Their dauntless look she’s mastered dearly,A bur...

No money bags or sacks of goldI give thee now, I give thee now.As years went by, as ages roll'd,We changed somehow, we changed somehow.The ole and faithful words we spoke –The words of kings, the words of arts -No sense, nor fe...