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by Aleksandr Blok | |

Gamajun the Prophetic Bird

 On waters, spread without end, 
Dressed with the sunset so purple, 
It sings and prophesies for land, 
Unable to lift the smashed wings' couple.
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The charge of Tartars' hordes it claims, And bloody set of executions, Earthquake, and hunger and the flames, The death of justice, crime’s intrusion.
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And caught with fear, cold and smooth, The fair face flames as one of lovers’, But sound with prophetic truth The lips that the bloody foam covers!.
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by Aleksandr Blok | |

Halls grew darker

 Halls grew darker and somehow faded.
Grates of windows drowned in black.
Every knight, every beautiful lady Knew the tiding: "The Queen's deadly sick.
" And the king, very silent and frowned, Passed the doors, lost of pages and slaves .
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Every word, that by chance cast around, Proved the truth of the closing grave.
By the doors of the silent abode I was crying, while pressing the brace .
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At the end of the passage remote Someone echoed me, hiding his face.
By the doors of the Beautiful Lady I was sobbing, attired in blue .
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And the stranger of ashen face sadly Echoed me all my sufferings through.


by Aleksandr Blok | |

A Girl Sang a Song

 A girl sang a song in the temple's chorus, 
About men, tired in alien lands, 
About the ships that left native shores, 
And all who forgot their joy to the end.
Thus sang her clean voice, and flew up to the highness, And sunbeams shined on her shoulder's white -- And everyone saw and heard from the darkness The white and airy gown, singing in the light.
And all of them were sure, that joy would burst out: The ships have arrived at their beach, The people, in the land of the aliens tired, Regaining their bearing, are happy and reach.
And sweet was her voice and the sun's beams around.
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And only, by Caesar's Gates -- high on the vault, The baby, versed into mysteries, mourned, Because none of them will be ever returned.


by Aleksandr Blok | |

Dont fear death

 Don't fear death in earthly travels.
Don't fear enemies or friends.
Just listen to the words of prayers, To pass the facets of the dreads.
Your death will come to you, and never You shall be, else, a slave of life, Just waiting for a dawn's favor, From nights of poverty and strife.
She'll build with you a common law, One will of the Eternal Reign.
And you are not condemned to slow And everlasting deadly pain.


by Aleksandr Blok | |

The Death of Grandfather

 We waited commonly for sleep or even death.
The instances were wearisome as ages.
But suddenly the wind's refreshing breath Touched through the window the Holy Bible's pages: An old man goes there - who's now all white-haired - With rapid steps and merry eyes, alone, He smiles to us, and often calls with hand, And leaves us with a gait, that is well-known.
And suddenly we all, who watched the old man's track, Well recognized just him who now lay before us, And turning in a sudden rapture back, Beheld a corpse with eyes forever closed .
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And it was good for us the soul's way to trace, And, in the leaving one, to find the glee it's forming.
The time had come.
Recall and love in grace, And celebrate another house-warming!


by Aleksandr Blok | |

The Faithless Shadows.

 The faithless shadows of day are running 
And high and clear is the call of bells, 
Steps of the church are blazed as with the lightning, 
Their stones are alive and wait for your light steps.
You'll here pass and touch the chilly stone, That's dressed in awful sanity of span, And let the flower of spring be thrown Here, in this dark, before the eyes of saint.
The rose shadows in misty darkness grow, And high and clear is the call of bells, The darkness lays on steps, such old and low -- I'm set in light -- I wait for dear steps.


by Aleksandr Blok | |

I Wait For You...

 I wait for you.
The years in silence pass And as the image, one, I wait for you again.
The distance is in flame -- and clear one as glass, I, silent, wait -- with sadness, love and pain.
The distance is in flame, and you are coming fast, But I'm afraid that you will change your image yet, And will initiate the challenging mistrust By changing features, used, at long awaited end.
Oh, how I will fell -- so low and so pine, Unable to overcome my dreams' continued set! The distance is such bright! And azure is so fine! But I'm afraid that you will change your image yet.


by Aleksandr Blok | |

He who was born

 He, who was born in stagnant year 
Does not remember own way.
We, kids of Russia's years of fear, Remember every night and day.
Years that burned everything to ashes! Do you bring madness or grace? The war's and freedom's fire flashes Left bloody light on every face.
We are struck dumb: the toxsin's pressure Has made us tightly close lips.
In living hearts, once full of pleasure, The fateful desert now sleeps.
And let the crying ravens soar Right over our death-bed, May those who were striving more, O God, behold Thy Kingdom's Great!


by Aleksandr Blok | |

I Prefer the Gorgeous Freedom

 I prefer the gorgeous freedom,
And I fly to lands of grace,
Where in wide and clear meadows
All is good, as dreams, and blest.
Here they rice: the clover clear, And corn-flower's gentle lace, And the rustle is always here: "Ears are leaning.
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Take your ways!" In this immense sea of fair, Only one of blades reclines.
You don't see in misty air, I'd seen it!It will be mine!