Pencil’s wish is plainly accurate:All it wants to know is truth.Truth, eternal and immaculate, Is the calling it pursues,Built as if to function lastingly,Helped by neither drug nor graft,Proper as a gent, and masterlyAs an...

No, stormy loving bliss is not my cherished treasure;Nor sensual ecstasy, mad passion, fervid pleasure,Nor fierce young lover’s moans, nor cries that she would makeWhen, twisting in my arms as wildly as a snake,Caressing, burning me with l...

On niggards, braggarts and dimwitsWhile braggarts walk the earth – I say it’s great,We should be thanking heavens for our fate.The skies are blue, the clouds are swirling!We are no advocates of burgling.To get a braggart use no kni...

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:...