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  • The Steppe
    How lovely those journeys into quiet!
    Boundless the steppe, like a seascape,
    78 lines
  • Winter Nears
    Winter nears. Once more
    the bear’s secret retreat
    60 lines
  • ‘Like a brazier’s bronze cinders,’
    Like a brazier’s bronze cinders,
    the sleepy garden’s beetles flowing.
    26 lines
  • Spring
    How many sticky buds, candle ends
    sprout from the branches! Steaming
    33 lines
  • ‘My sister – Life’s overflowing today’
    My sister – Life’s overflowing today,
    spring rain shattering itself like glass,
    55 lines
  • Storm, Momentary, Forever
    Then summer said goodbye
    to the station. Lifting its cap,
    33 lines
  • In the Wood
    Blurred by a lilac heat, the meadows:
    in the wood, cathedral shadows swirled.
    51 lines
  • Spasskoe
    In Spasskoe, unforgettable September sheds its leaves.
    Isn’t it time to close up the summer-house?
    51 lines
  • The Earth
    Spring bursts violently
    into Moscow houses.
    86 lines
  • Swifts (2)
    At twilight the swifts have no power,
    to hold back that pale blue coolness.
    26 lines
  • Winter Sky
    Ice-chips plucked whole from the smoke,
    the past week’s stars all frozen in flight,
    33 lines
  • Snow Is Falling
    Snow is falling: snow is falling.
    Geranium flowers reach
    70 lines
  • Storm-Wind
    I am finished, but you live on.
    And the wind, crying and moaning,
    23 lines
  • ‘February. Take ink and weep,’
    February. Take ink and weep,
    write February as you’re sobbing,
    21 lines
  • Crossed Oars
    My boat throbbed in the drowsy depths,
    willows bowed, kissing collarbones,
    26 lines
  • Humble home. But rum, and charcoal...
    Humble home. But rum, and charcoal
    Grog of sketches on the wall,
    24 lines
  • On Early Trains
    This winter I was outside Moscow,
    But when the time for work came round,
    48 lines
  • July
    A ghost is roaming through the building,
    And shadows in the attic browse;
    28 lines
  • The patient watches
    The patient watches. Six days long
    In frenzy blizzards rave relentlessly,
    12 lines
  • Poetry
    Yes, I shall swear by you, my verse,
    I shall wheeze out, before I swoon:
    21 lines
  • To Boris Pilnyak
    Ah, don't I know that, groping in the gloom,
    Night would not find its way out of the dark?
    12 lines
  • I hang limp on the Creator's pen
    I hang limp on the Creator's pen
    Like a large drop of lilac gloss-paint.
    19 lines
  • Mary Magdalene II
    People clean their homes before the feast.
    Stepping from the bustle of the street
    37 lines
  • In Memory of Marina Tsvetaeva
    Dismal day, with the weather inclement.
    Inconsolably rivulets run
    44 lines
  • The Patient's Sweater
    A life of its own and a long one is led
    By this penguin, with nothing to do with the breast-
    16 lines
  • The Linden Avenue
    A house of unimagined beauty
    Is set in parkland, cool and dark;
    32 lines
  • Here—now—our age of socialism!...
    Here—now—our age of socialism!
    Here in the thick of life below.
    25 lines
  • How few are we. Probably three...
    How few are we. Probably three
    In all-coallike, burning, infernal
    18 lines
  • Margarita
    Sundering the bushes like a snare,
    More violet than Margarita's tight-pressed lips,
    17 lines
  • Sometime at a concert hall, in recollection...
    Sometime at a concert hall, in recollection,
    A Brahms intermezzo will wound me-I'll start,
    28 lines
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