Слово -- чистое веселье, / Исцеленье от тоски !

“Perhaps the whisper was born before lips,And the leaves in treelessness circled…”

“And I walk out of spaceInto an overgrown garden of values,And tear up seeming s…”

“One cannot launch a new history — the idea is altogether unthinkable; there wou…”

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