Book: Poems. Page 3

No, not in the fact that the idol crushed -
in the fact that in himself he crushed the idolater,
that's what your prowess is all about.

forgot how to sympathize with myself!

"I'm not beautiful.
so says the astra, the sister of the stars, -
But I love people.
and I comfort people;
Let them admire the last flowers,
lean over me.
will tear me off -
Oh! in their lungs will flash
Recollection
A memory of more beautiful than me.

Snow will fall - blessed is he who sleeps in his house.

if you want to be loved.

impossibly rich?

mature truth.

only from the spark of necessity.

speak on a par with him, my admiring wisdom!

As much as the world stands,
yelling seekers of glory,
take incorruptible -
and the world lives by this noise.

Only the one who sells ...

And this coin is in use
in the whole white world -
glory, -
with my hand in a glove I take it,
I stomp in disgust with my heels.

Did you sit alone with your misfortune?
Look don't sit out the egg, the basilisk egg
in the nest of eternal sorrow!

I am not a dog, but your prey, oh terrible catcher!