• 1. Creativity

    Oft it comes thus: the kind of pleasant languor,
    The clock's weak chiming sounds in my ear,
    And far pills of the passing thunder's anger.
    It seems to me, that I can badly hear... more »

  • Day-Raphael

    Oh, Stranger Day, don't stay on those pinky hills!
    Don't let the dawn deform your features, so attractive.
    Why did you condescend to my and pits' appeals?
    I recognize you there. Urbino's your land, native.... more »

  • Farewell

    And I shall tell you at the end:
    farewell, don't pledge self to love, helpless.
    I go mad, or just ascend
    to the high echelon of madness.... more »

  • Has Not Been Heated

    Has not been heated to the white,
    Yet it is whitening with its heaven -
    Night o'er Neva. The mind is stiffened
    With sadness and the young delight.... more »

  • He And She

    Of hills and woods this world consists,
    Of skies that cover all;
    It's just a broil of voices midst
    A little boy and girl.... more »

  • How Do You Make This…?

    How do you make this, o my colleges-comrades?
    Having waked up, while dark's moving to light,
    you take your pen and open your notes,
    and write - and is this quite enough to write?... more »

  • I'M Clinging To The Old Style

    I'm clinging to the noble style,
    I'm charmed by speech of our ancestors,
    It can be sharper then we try,
    And newer than our newest lectures.... more »

  • Imitation

    The coming day was whitened in the dark,
    The day, that's come, was much alike a-singing,
    And those four - whose sight was wonders bringing -
    Those four rowers moved me in a bark.... more »

  • Incantation

    Don't mourn for me - I shall survive -
    The kind convict, the somewhat happy pauper,
    The frozen southerner inside the Pole Circle,
    The angry northerner in the consumption's locker... more »

  • Mazurka Of Chopin

    Oh, what a great was our fortune,
    we were so lucky at the times,
    when was a running disk of Chopin,
    the only border between us... more »

  • No Word About Love...

    No word about love! But I'm mute it about -
    My larynx, long ago, had lost its nightingales.
    There're just the fire flames with empty skies around,
    No word about love - e'en if the moonlight reigns.... more »

  • Oh, Trees!

    Oh, trees! You are brothers of mine.
    ‘Twas dark'ning, but my eyes defined,
    For sure - to the heaven, so starry -
    That you, for your night rest, have hurried,... more »

  • Poetry - First Of All

    Oh, my friends, only verse is the first of all us,
    First of me, first of time in its triumphal stroll,
    First of first love, of first blades of first rising grass,
    First of first snowflakes, and, at last, - first of all.... more »

  • Rain Flogs My Face...

    Rain flogs my face and collar-bones,
    a thunderstorm roars over musts.
    You thrust upon my flesh and soul,
    like tempests upon ships do thrust.... more »

  • She's Come And Stands…

    She's come and stands - in her full eighteen years.
    "How old are you?" She answer'd, "I am eighteen…"
    The polygon of hands, cheek-bones, and knees.
    A proud in angularity quite melted.... more »

  • The Candle

    You need the simple candle to flash,
    The simple one, the wax cylinder,
    And the old style that ere was hidden,
    In your remembrance will be fresh.... more »

  • The Clock's Chiming

    The clock's chiming proclaims fall around:
    Harder then in the year that had passed,
    And an apple beats the icy ground
    In so many as apples are times.... more »

  • The Dream Of Winter Night

    ‘Twas snowing. And to the snow,
    To cold of the heaven and earth,
    The deeper I slept the more grown
    Was Chegem tulips' warming blaze.... more »

  • The Line

    The player's disk - a silly wonder -
    The simple player - trifles at all!
    It's heard as if were distant thunder
    From the earth's deeps, from ‘under-under'... more »

  • Theater

    Oh, this death - not of mine - is a credit and loss
    for my life, always pushing a wall with its brow.
    But aft Theater's lamps had been lighted in halls
    and extinguished - is Tragedy entering now.... more »

  • There Is Again A Change…

    There is again a change in Nature,
    the green is very rough in sight,
    and rises - in a lofty fashion -
    the figure of the mushroom, white.... more »

  • To Recollect!

    To recollect! It's better than to have.
    Just when this trice and one, that's gone to yore,
    together merge, like a bell's tongue and cave,
    a world receives one sound-poem more.... more »

  • Whatever's Going On The Planet

    Whatever's going on the planet,
    Which always craved for new domain,
    What a new fashion else were settled
    By gods of war for killing men, -... more »