Oh my land, forgotten been,Oh my land, been waste,Hayfield, all without bevelling,Thicket and convent.Houses had crooked aside,They are only five.Their roofs had foamed upTo the dawn's wet dike.Under the straw-chasuble...

Oh my land, forgotten been,Oh my land, been waste,Hayfield, all without bevelling,Thicket and convent.Houses had crooked aside,They are only five.Their roofs had foamed upTo the dawn's wet dike.Under the straw-chasuble...

Life had become so sweet and cosy.All gone to be still, from that morning - right.I'm glad to lie here on the endless sea-shore.I'm careless of all, I'm named by symbol "Ra".I'm serviced by a camel to my bedhead,They carr...

Life had become so sweet and cosy.All gone to be still, from that morning - right.I'm glad to lie here on the endless sea-shore.I'm careless of all, I'm named by symbol "Ra".I'm serviced by a camel to my bedhead,They carr...

That events were at sea-shore,Where foam is patterned,Where hardly you can meetAny carriage on path...There queen played the Chopin,In the tower of castle,And while listening Chopin,Her page-boy fell in love.All was sim...

That events were at sea-shore,Where foam is patterned,Where hardly you can meetAny carriage on path...There queen played the Chopin,In the tower of castle,And while listening Chopin,Her page-boy fell in love.All was sim...

His poem's delightful sweetness surelyWill go eons of the envious distance through,Accepting that, the youth will sigh of glory too, And melancholy'll be consoled mute,And frisky joy will gain the thoughtful muse.1818...

When, world of dreams aspiring as aimWith a high-poetical and elevated soul,You keep a lyre on your knees and handleIt with the impatient fingers so,That dreams are coming in a row before eyesIn mists of tales, in the fairy of dark...

To Valery Bryusov(On receiving "The mirror of shadows")Again, again your spirit secretIn dark of night, in empty night,Causes your lonely dream to nestleAnd drink your juice with great delight.Let's make an euchar...

To Vladimir BestuzhevYes, I know: the invisible beams pierced The night from the beginning.But there's no any measuringOf the sufferings of man, blind been!Yes, I know (in secret) - that worldIs beautiful (I learned You, Lo...