Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

In The Sea Of High Grass

In the sea of high grass you'll be sunk with your head,In the house - with peace come along…She'll embrace with her arms, veil around with her..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

The Ophelia's Song

Your sweetheart forever leaving,Friend, you swear me to love! ...And in lands of boring livingTo preserve the pledge above! ...Outside our Denmark..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

You'Re Gone Away

You're gone away, and I'm in desert,Pressing myself against hot sand.But now my mouth can't profess it -The proud word that's to be said.I see my..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

So Melodiously And Airily

So melodiously and airily,The princess sang about spring,That I told her, "Oh, princess-fairy,Only for me you'll cry and sing."On shoulders mine lay..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

There's A Morn Demon

There's a morn demon. He's of gauze and light,The happy one - with golden hair.Like skies, is blue his tunic's airy flood,All - in a play of..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

There'Re The Moments

There're the moments: the life doesn't orderThunderstorms and disasters for us,Someone will put light arms on your shoulders,Someone - send a bright..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

There'Re The Moments

There're the moments: the life doesn't orderThunderstorms and disasters for us,Someone will put light arms on your shoulders,Someone - send a bright..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

My Sweet Friend

My sweet friend, and in this quiet home,Beats a fever me, the same.I can't find a place in quiet homeBy its always peaceful flame!Voices sing, a..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

My Monastery, Where

My monastery, where I'm badly pining,Is granite, melted by the burning mind.I'm strangled and blinded under this heat, lying,And leave it, trying a..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

I Know, There's My Death

I know, there's my death. And youAlready does not spite me more,You'll condescend from clear blueTo end of my sad earthly dole.But love of yours is..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

I Slow Was Losing

I slow was losing my poor mindBy doors of her, with whom I'm crazy.A day was followed by a night,Just making my great thirst more blazing.And I was..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

I Seek Salvation

I seek salvation.My fires blaze on mountains' far heights -The realm of night is in a glare.But brighter blaze my spiritual sightAnd You're afar ..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

The Earthly Heart

The earthly heart quit freezes blood,But, with my breast, I meet great cold.I bear on the empty roadThe virgin love to all mankind.But, behind love..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

And I Shall Watch

And I shall watch how's coming to its endThe universe, my country, native.The lone one, I shall be jubilantOn its commemorations, festive.Let my age..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

All On The Earth

All on the earth will die - and youth and mother,Wife will betray you, leave once faithful friend,But you learn to enjoy the bliss another -Look in a..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

Spring Breaks In Rivers

Spring breaks in rivers the ice-floes,And I don't pity my sweet dead:Having subdued my heights and roads,Forgot I winter narrow lows,And see the..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

Why, Why Forever

Why, why forever to the deadly lineI'm pushed unpityingly by blows of the Fortune?Whether all this, including life of mine,Are only moments of the..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

All Perished, All!

All perished, all! The sun, in flame and brilliance,As did it long before, the years' circle fulfils.A sorrow grave deplores the past existence -That..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

The Artist

In summer, hot, and winter, snow-clad,In days you bury, wed, or feast at home,I wait for easy, never ever heardRinging - to free myself of..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

Into Crimson Dark

Into crimson dark thou goest,Thy vast orbits mock the eye.Small the echo that thou throwest,Far, I hear thy footfalls die.Art thou near? too far for..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

This Night On Track

This night on track, that's single and narrow,Passed by two shadows, void of mirth -The two who're predestined foreverTo be the poles of the earth..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

Night, Streets, The Lantern

Night, streets, the lantern, the drugstore,The meaningless and dusky light.A quarter of the century more -All fall the same into your sight!You died..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

I Apprehend You...

I apprehend You. The years pass by -Yet in constant form, I apprehend You.The whole horizon is aflame - impossibly sharp,And mute, I wait, - with..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

From The Twelve

IIIThe lads have all gone to the warsto serve in the Red Guard ~to serve in the Red Guard ~and risk their hot heads for the cause.Hell and..

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Those Born In Obscure Times

Those born in obscure timesDo not remember their way.We, children of Russia's frightful yearsCannot forget a thing.Incinerating years!, do you bring..

© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok