Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

Don't call
Without any summonsI'll reach the shrine
And droop my head in even
To your feet fine

A small circus is amazing;
It’s for kids who are merry and bright;
There a girl and a boy're
At the ladies, kings, and droll sprites

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,

The river stretched
It flows, idly grieves,
And washes both banks
In steppe, above light clay of

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 ra...

On waters, spread without end,
Dressed with the sunset so purple,
It sings and prophesies for land,
Unable to lift the smashed wings' couple… The charge of Tartars' hordes it claims,

She hailed from a very distant country,
Nocturnal child of ancient times;
She had no kin to greet her
Not even skies with a welcome shine

Night
Street
Lamppost
Drugstore

I apprehend You
The years pass by -Yet in constant form,
I apprehend You
The whole horizon is aflame - impossibly sharp,

A glow fills the sky
The night is wild and dead
Woods wall around me, an overwhelming crowd
But clearly, as if the words have just been said,

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

I prefer the gorgeous freedom,
And I fly to lands of grace,
Where in wide and clear
All is good, as dreams, and blest