Perhaps the whisper was born before lips, And the leaves in treelessness circled and flew, And those, to whom we impart our experience as bliss, Acqu….

Logic is the kingdom of the unexpected. To think logically means to be continually amazed..

Where to start? Everything cracks and shakes, The air trembles with similes, No one world's better than another; the earth moans with metaphors..

I was stopped in the dense Soviet wood by bandits who called themselves my judges..

Poetry is the plough that turns up time in such a way that the abyssal strata of time, its black earth, appear on the surface..

Perhaps my whisper was already born before my lips..

Take from my palms, to soothe your heart, a little honey, a little sun, in obedience to Persephone's bees. You can't untie a boat that was never moor….

A raznochinets needs no memory—it is enough for him to tell of the books he has read, and his biography is done..

And I walk out of space Into an overgrown garden of values, And tear up seeming stability And self-comprehension of causes. And your, infinity, textb….

I love my poor earth because I have seen no other..

My turn shall also come: I sense the spreading of a wing..

Only in Russia poetry is respected - it gets people killed..

The people need poetry that will be their own secret To keep them awake forever, And bathe them in the bright-haired wave of its breathing..