Through the steppe, a riderMade his way apace.While he sped to battle,Nearing from the dimDistance, a dark forestRose ahead of him.Something kept repeating,Seemed his heart to graze:Tighten up the saddle,Fear the watering-place.But he did not listen.Heeding but his will,At full speed he boundedUp the wooded hill;Rode into a valley,Turning from the mound,Galloped through a meadow,Skirted…

Out of the park would downward driftTo the ravine, on to the archipelagoOf meadows, sinking from sight amongWormwood, mint and quails beneath the wispy mist.And the broad sweep of adoration’s wing grewHeavy and drunken, as though stung by shot,Floundered into the air and, shuddering, fell short,Scattering across the fields as dew.And then the dawn was…

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the thunder took souvenirs,hundreds of shots on the fly.The lilac went black. And thatinstant, gathering whole armfulsof lightning, the far clearing litthe white station-master’s shack.And when the whole roof ranwith a fierce torrent of malice,and, like charcoal onto a sketch,the rain crashed down on the fence,consciousness started to flash,here, it seems, flooding in playeven the…

I’ll stretch my legs a little:You’re there outside the door.Autumn, not winter coat,Hat-none, galoshes-none.You struggle with excitementOut there all on your own.Far, far into the darknessFences and trees withdraw.You stand there on the corner,Under the falling snow.The water trickles down fromThe kerchief that you wearInto your sleeves, while dewdropsShine sparkling in your hair.And now illumined…