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I know the truth—give up all other truths!
It is simple, as blood and sweat:
It's time to take off amber
I want to force from the mirror
I will inquire of the Don, of the sweeping wide waters
I'd like to live with You
In a red cluster
In my enormous city it is night, (From Insomnia)
In the pine-tree, tenderly tenderly, (From Insomnia)
I stand head in my hands thinking how (Poems for Akhmatova)
I am a convict. You won't fall behind. (Poems for Akhmatova)
I celebrate thirty years (Desk)
I cannot tell in the dark: (ANDRE CHENIER)