Poems
02.09.2010 / 21.01 pm
 
by Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
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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... 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!


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He, Who Was Born

He, who was born in stagnant year
Does not remember own way.
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The Faithless Shadows

The faithless shadows of day are running
And high and clear is the call of bells,
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A Girl Sang A Song

A girl sang a song in the temple's chorus,
About men, tired in alien lands,
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Scottish Victorian poet who is best remembered for his sombre, imaginative poem "The City of Dreadful Night."
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(1887 - 1972)
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Swiss Song

Up in th' mountain
I was a-sitting,
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The Wilderness

I came too late to the hills: they were swept bare
Winters before I was born of song and story,
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Written In Her French Psalter

No crooked leg, no bleared eye,
No part deformed out of kind,
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Sonnet 14: Not From The Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck,
And yet methinks I have astronomy—
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The Tropics

LOVE we the warmth and light of tropic lands,
The strange bright fruit, the feathery fanspread leaves,
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