I love my poor earth because I have seen no other.

A raznochinets needs no memory—it is enough for him to tell of the books he has read, and his biography is done.

And I walk out of space Into an overgrown garden of values, And tear up seeming stability And self-comprehension of causes. And your, infinity, textbook I read by myself, without people - Leafless, savage medical book, A problem book of gigantic radicals.

I love my poor earth because I have seen no other.

I was stopped in the dense Soviet wood by bandits who called themselves my judges.

Logic is the kingdom of the unexpected. To think logically means to be continually amazed.

Only in Russia poetry is respected - it gets people killed.