But Fear And The Muse In Turn

The Celebrations Of Secret Nonmeetings Are Empty, Unspoken Conversations, Unuttered Words. Glances That Don't Intersect Don't Know Where To Come To Rest. And Only The Tears Rejoice Because They Can Flow And Flow. Sweetbrier Around Moscow, Alas! Somehow It Is Here ... And All This They Will Call Love Eternal.

I Have Long Had This Premonition Of A Bright Day And A Deserted House

Hands, Matches, An Ashtray. A Ritual Beautiful And Bitter.

Courage: Great Russian Word, Fit For The Songs Of Our Children's Children, Pure On Their Tongues, And Free.

We Are All Carousers And Loose Women Here; How Unhappy We Are Together!