A Flame Is In My Blood
A flame is in my blood
burning dry life, to the bone.
I do not sing of stone,
now, I sing of wood.... more »
A Phantom Scene Barely Glimmers
A phantom scene barely glimmers,
The soft choirs of shades,... more »
A Young Levite Among Priests
A young Levite among priests,
He remained long on morning watch.
Jewish night grew thick around him,
The ruined temple was solemnly being raised.... more »
As Psyche-Life Goes Down To The Shades
As Psyche-Life goes down to the shades
In a translucent forest in Persephone's tracks,
A blind swallow falls at her feet... more »
Beneath A Veil Of Milky White
Beneath a veil of milky white
Stands Isaac's like a hoary dovecote,
The crozier irritates the grey silences,... more »
Brothers, Let Us Glorify Freedom’s Twilight
Brothers, let us glorify freedom’s twilight –
the great, darkening year.
Into the seething waters of the night
heavy forests of nets disappear.... more »
Every Church Sings Its Own Soft Part
Every church sings its own soft part
In the polyphony of a girl's choir,
And in the stone arches of the Assumption
I make out high, arched brows.
...... more »
Go Back To The Tainted Lap, Leah
Go back to the tainted lap, Leah,
Whence you came,
Because to the sun of Ilion
You preferred yellow twilight.... more »
How Hard For Me, The Splendor Of This Crown And Robe
-- How hard for me, the splendor of this crown and robe,
amidst my shame --
-- In stony Troezen will be an infamous calamity,... more »
I Am Cold. Transparent Spring Dresses
I am cold. Transparent Spring dresses
Petropolis in verdant down.... more »
I Am Sorry It Is Winter Now
I am sorry it is winter now,
And you can't hear mosquitoes in the house,
But you reminded yourself
Of the frivolous straw.
The dragonflies hove ...... more »
I Can’t Sleep
I can’t sleep. Homer, and the taut white sails.
I could the list of ships read only to a half:
The long-long breed, the train of flying cranes... more »
I Could Not Among The Misty Clouds
I could not among the misty clouds
Your unstable and painful image catch,
'Oh, my God', I promptly said aloud,... more »
I Don’t Remember The Word I Wished To Say
I don’t remember the word I wished to say.
The blind swallow returns to the hall of shadow,
on shorn wings, with the translucent ones to play.
The song of night is sung without memory, though.... more »
I Dream Of Hunchbacked Tiflis
I dream of hunchbacked Tiflis,
Where a Sazandar's groan resounds
The people cluster on the bridge,
The crowd carpets the whole capital,... more »
I Had Not Tried The Wine That Ancients Made
I had not tried the wine that ancients made,
And had not heard of Ossian’s old tune;
So why, on earth, I seem to see the glade,
And, in the skies ...... more »
I Often Shiver With Cold
I often shiver with cold --
I want to be mute as a thing!
There is, in the skies, dancing gold
Sending me commands to sing!... more »
I Want To Serve You
I want to serve you
On an equal footing with others;... more »
If I Am To Know How To Restrain Your Hands
If I am to know how to restrain your hands,
If I am to betray the tender, salty lips,
I must wait for daybreak in the dense acropolis.... more »
In A Crystal Whirlpool, Such Steepness!
In a crystal whirlpool, such steepness!
Behind us the sienna mountains stand out,... more »
In Petersburg We'Ll Meet Again
In Petersburg we'll meet again,
As though we'd buried the sun there,... more »
Insomnia. Homer. Taut Canvas.
Insomnia. Homer. Taut canvas.
Half the catalogue of ships is mine:
that flight of cranes, long stretched-out line,
that once rose, out of Hellas.... more »
I'Ve Lost A Delicate Cameo
'I've lost a delicate cameo,
Somewhere on the Neva's shore.
I pity the charming Roman girl,'... more »
Just For Joy, Take From My Palms
Just for joy, take from my palms
A little sun, a little honey,
As Persephone's bees commanded.... more »
Let Us Go Where There Are Varied Crafts
Let us go where there are varied crafts
And trades -- shashlik and chebureki,... more »