- Answer
- Consolation
- December 9, 1913
- Escape
- In Memory of June 19, 1914
- July 1914
- May Snow
- Parting
- Prayer
- Sleep
- Song about Song
- To my dear one
- Unification
- Village of the Tsar Statue
- White House
- * * * (Ah! It is you again. You enter in this house)
- * * * (All has been taken: strength as well as love)
- * * * (All promised him to me)
- * * * (All year long you are close to me)
- * * * (Ancient city is as if dead)
- * * * (Before the spring arrives there are such days)
- * * * (Best for me loudly the gaming-poems to say)
- * * * (Black road wove ahead of me)
- * * * (Bow of moon I see, I see)
- * * * (City vanished, the last house's window)
- * * * (Did for this, and for this only)
- * * * (Did not scold me, did not praise me)
- * * * (Divine angel, who betrothed us)
- * * * (Every evening I receive)
- * * * (From memory of you I will remove that day)
- * * * (God is unkind to gardeners and reapers)
- * * * (Has my fate really been so altered)
- * * * (He walked over fields and over village)
- * * * (He was jealous, fearful and tender)
- * * * (How can you look at Nieva)
- * * * (How I love, how I loved to stare)
- * * * (How often did I curse)
- * * * (How spacious are these squares)
- * * * (I came over to the pine forest)
- * * * (I do not count mortal days)
- * * * (I dream less of him, dear God be gloried)
- * * * (I have ceased and desisted from smiling)
- * * * (I have visions of hilly Pavlovsk)
- * * * (I know, that you are my reward)
- * * * (I myself have freely chosen)
- * * * (I remember you only rarely)
- * * * (I see capital through the flurry)
- * * * (I was born not late and not early)
- * * * (I will lead a man to dear one)
- * * * (I will quietly in the churchyard)
- * * * (Immortelle's dry and pink. On the fresh heaven)
- * * * (In boat or in horsecart)
- * * * (In intimacy there exists a line)
- * * * (In Kievan temple of the divine wisdom)
- * * * (In the sleep to me is given)
- * * * (Instead of wisdom - experience, bare)
- * * * (It seems as though the voice of man)
- * * * (Just like a cold noreaster)
- * * * (Like a white stone at the bottom of the well)
- * * * (My shadow has remained there and is angstful)
- * * * (My voice is weak, but will does not get weaker)
- * * * (No, my prince, I am not the one)
- * * * (Not mystery and not sadness)
- * * * (Not thus, from cursed lightness having disembarked)
- * * * (Oh, there are unrepeated words)
- * * * (Oh, this was a cold day)
- * * * (On the blooming lilac bushes)
- * * * (She came up. I did not show my worry)
- * * * (Somewhere is light and happy, in elation)
- * * * (That voice, with great quietude arguing)
- * * * (The blue lacquer dims of heaven)
- * * * (The early chills are most pleasant to me)
- * * * (The fifth time of the year)
- * * * (The first ray - as the blessing of the Lord)
- * * * (The muse has left along narrow)
- * * * (The other cranes shout "Cour-lee")
- * * * (The spring was still mysteriously swooning)
- * * * (They're on the way, the words of love and freedom)
- * * * (This city by the fearsome river)
- * * * (This way I prayed: "Slake the dumb thirst)
- * * * (To lose the freshness of the words and sense, for us)
- * * * (To say goodbye we don't know)
- * * * (Transparent glass of empty sky)
- * * * (True love's memory, You are heavy!)
- * * * (We aren't in the forest, there is no need for calling)
- * * * (We noiselessly walked through the house)
- * * * (We thought we were beggars)
- * * * (We'll be with each other, dear)
- * * * (When with a strong but tired hand)
- * * * (Where is your gypsy boy, tall one)
- * * * (Whether to look for you on earth)
- * * * (Why do you pretend to be)
- * * * (Wide and yellow's evening light)
- * * * (With pride your spirit is darkened)
- * * * (Yellow and fresh are the lanterns)
- * * * (Yes, I had loved them, those meetings of the nights)
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