I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers' imperial dreams.
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
Learn the rules, and then forget them.
When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.