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  • Hops
    Beneath the willow wound round with ivy
    we take cover from the worst
    22 lines, 6 comments
  • March
    The sun is hotter than the top ledge in a steam bath;
    The ravine, crazed, is rampaging below.
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • Winter Night
    It snowed and snowed ,the whole world over,
    Snow swept the world from end to end.
    32 lines
  • Storm-Wind
    I am finished, but you live on.
    And the wind, crying and moaning,
    23 lines
  • God's World
    Thin as hair are the shadows of sunset
    When they follow drawn-out every tree.
    24 lines
  • 1918
    Мчались звезды. В море l
    31 lines
  • ‘February. Take ink and weep,’
    February. Take ink and weep,
    write February as you’re sobbing,
    21 lines
  • ‘Like a brazier’s bronze cinders,’
    Like a brazier’s bronze cinders,
    the sleepy garden’s beetles flowing.
    26 lines
  • Winter Sky
    Ice-chips plucked whole from the smoke,
    the past week’s stars all frozen in flight,
    33 lines
  • Spring
    How many sticky buds, candle ends
    sprout from the branches! Steaming
    33 lines
  • In the Wood
    Blurred by a lilac heat, the meadows:
    in the wood, cathedral shadows swirled.
    51 lines
  • The Earth
    Spring bursts violently
    into Moscow houses.
    86 lines
  • Snow Is Falling
    Snow is falling: snow is falling.
    Geranium flowers reach
    70 lines
  • The garden scatters burnt-up beetles...
    The garden scatters burnt-up beetles
    Like brazen ash, from braziers burst.
    12 lines
  • Black spring! Pick up your pen, and weeping...
    Black spring! Pick up your pen, and weeping,
    Of February, in sobs and ink,
    21 lines, 1 comment
  • I grew. Foul weather, dreams, forebodings...
    I grew. Foul weather, dreams, forebodings
    Were bearing me - a Ganymede -
    16 lines
  • Railway Station
    My dear railway station, my treasure
    Of meetings and partings, my friend
    24 lines
  • Venice
    A click of window glass had roused me
    Out of my sleep at early dawn.
    21 lines, 1 comment
  • Feasts
    I drink the gall of skies in autumn, tuberoses'
    Sweet bitterness in your betrayals burning stream;
    16 lines
  • A Dream
    I dreamt of autumn in the window's twilight,
    And you, a tipsy jesters' throng amidst. '
    16 lines, 2 comments
  • Spring (Fragment 3)
    Is it only dirt you notice?
    Does the thaw not catch your glance?
    28 lines
  • The Swifts (1)
    The swifts have no strength any more to retain,
    To check the light-blue evening coolness.
    13 lines
  • Three Variants
    1
    When in front of you hangs the day with its
    31 lines
  • Improvisation
    I fed out of my hand a flock of keys
    To clapping of wings and shrill cries in flight.
    16 lines
  • Swifts (2)
    At twilight the swifts have no power,
    to hold back that pale blue coolness.
    26 lines
  • ‘My sister – Life’s overflowing today’
    My sister – Life’s overflowing today,
    spring rain shattering itself like glass,
    55 lines
  • Crossed Oars
    My boat throbbed in the drowsy depths,
    willows bowed, kissing collarbones,
    26 lines
  • Marburg
    I quivered. I flared up, and then was extinguished.
    I shook. I had made a proposal - but late,
    56 lines
  • From A Poem
    I also loved, and the restless breaths
    Of sleeplessness, fluttering through darkness,
    44 lines
  • On The Steamer
    The stir of leaves, the chilly morning air
    Were like delirium; half awake
    40 lines
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