My shadow serves as the friend I crave.

You do not know just what you've been forgiven..

I go forth to seek To seek and claim the lovely magic garden Where grasses softly sigh and Muses speak..

... he is rewarded with a form of eternal childhood, with the bounty and vigilance of the stars, the whole world was his inheritance and he shared it….

The word dropped like a stone on my still living breast. Confess: I was prepared, am somehow ready for the test..

If you were music I would listen to you ceaselessly And my low spirits would brighten up..

During the terrible years of the Yekhov terror I spent seventeen months in the prison queues in Leningrad. One day someone ‘identified’ me. Then a wo….

Forgive me, that I manage badly, Manage badly but live gloriously, That I leave traces of myself in my songs, That I appeared to you in waking dreams..

Song falls silent, music is dumb, But the air burns with their fragrance, And white winter, on its knees, Observes everything with reverent attention..

Sunset in the ethereal waves: I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if the secret of secrets is inside me again..

We learned not to meet anymore, We don't raise our eyes to one another, But we ourselves won't guarantee What could happen to us in an hour..

Flowers, cold from the dew, And autumn's approaching breath, I pluck for the warm, luxuriant braids, Which haven't faded yet. In their nights, fragra….

A land not mine, still forever memorable, the waters of its ocean chill and fresh. Sand on the bottom whiter than chalk, and the air drunk, like wine….

And this tenderness was not like That which a certain poet At the beginning of the century called true And, for some reason, quiet. No, not at all— I….

But Fear and the Muse in turn guard the place Where the banished poet has gone And the night that comes with quickened pace Is ignorant of dawn..

All has been looted, betrayed, sold; black death's wing flashed ahead..

Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem too insignificant for our concern? Yet in my heart I never will deny her, Who suffered death becaus….

This land, although not my native land, Will be remembered forever. And the sea's lightly iced, Unsalty water. The sand on the bottom is whiter than ….

There is a sacred, secret line in loving which attraction and even passion cannot cross..

And you know, I agree to everything: I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy, Darkness will be light and sin lovely..

Real tenderness can't be confused, It's quiet and can't be heard..