I left my native house,And left blue Russian earth,Like stands birches over pond,Warm mother's oldest chest.The moon like golden frogIn flatten in calm water,The gray like apples's fumeGlitters on father's beard.Don...

The white birch Is in front of my windowStays in snow,Like in brilliant silver.Frubby branches With snow rimBlooming tasselsLike white flingStays this birch In sleepy silence,Glow snowflakesIn gold fire....

I would not want so much,I would be like the fragment,The fragment of the man,Frostbritten hands and legs.Short body would be live,I think - such timidly.I would be collect oral fluidIn mouth and spat in beaty to,In...