Poems

The Weeping Garden The garden is frightful! It drips, it listens: Is it in loneliness here, Crushing a branch like lace at a window, Or is […]

The Wind (Four fragments on Blok) 1 The most influential of nitwits, The sycophant toadies are used To rule who should live and be lauded And […]

There’ll be no one in the house… There’ll be no one in the house Save for twilight. All alone, Winter’s day seen in the space that’s […]

Things of great worth shall come to pass… Things of great worth shall come to pass By true foreknowledge and in fact,— Names worthier than mine […]

Three Variants 1 When in front of you hangs the day with its Smallest detail-fine or crude- The intensely hot cracking squirrel-sounds Do not cease in […]

Thunderstorm, Instantaneous Forever After this the halt and summer Parted company; and taking Off his cap at night the thunder Took a hundred blinding stills. Lilac […]

To Anna Akhmatova It seems I’m choosing the essential words That I can liken to your pristine power. And if I err, it’s all the same […]

To Boris Pilnyak Ah, don’t I know that, groping in the gloom, Night would not find its way out of the dark? Am I monster who […]

To the Memory of Demon Used to come in the blue Of the glacier, at night, from Tamara. With his wingtips he drew Where the nightmares […]

Try and don’t let me grieve Try and don’t let me grieve. Come and try to extinguish This wild onslaught of sadness that rumbles like mercury […]