Poetry is the plough that turns up time in such a way that the abyssal strata of time, its black earth, appear on the surface.

Perhaps my whisper was already born before my lips.

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

Where to start? Everything cracks and shakes, The air trembles with similes, No one world's better than another; the earth moans with metaphors.

Poetry is the plough that turns up time in such a way that the abyssal strata of time, its black earth, appear on the surface.

My turn shall also come: I sense the spreading of a wing.

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