Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok Poems |
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Aleksandr Blok (Alexander Blok ), was a Russian poet and dramatist, the principal representative of Russian Symbolism.
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Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok's poems
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Halls grew darker and somehow faded.
Grates of windows drowned in black.
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The restaurants on hot spring evenings
Lie under a dense and savage air.
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I prefer the gorgeous freedom,
And I fly to lands of grace,
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Don't call. Without any summons
I'll reach the shrine.
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The faithless shadows of day are running
And high and clear is the call of bells,
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Don't fear death in earthly travels.
Don't fear enemies or friends.
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We waited commonly for sleep or even death.
The instances were wearisome as ages.
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He, who was born in stagnant year
Does not remember own way.
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A girl sang a song in the temple's chorus,
About men, tired in alien lands,
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