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").
The Snowy Spring Is Raging Mad
The snowy spring is raging mad,I look away from the saga;O, dreadful hour, when she readThe palm extended by Tsouniga.Into his eyes she aimed her..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
Snow Maiden
She hailed from a very distant country,Nocturnal child of ancient times;She had no kin to greet her entryNot even skies with a welcome shine.And just..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
The Scythians
You are but millions. Our unnumbered nationsAre as the sands upon the sounding shore.We are the Scythians! We are the slit-eyed Asians!Try to wage..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
Servus -- Reginae
Don't call. Without any summonsI'll reach the shrine.And droop my head in even silenceTo your feet fine.I will your orders shyly listenAnd will..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
Do You Remember?
In the harbor passive,Just where green water calmly sleeps,Set in the column, strong and massive,Appeared navy's silent ships.All four were gray. And..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
Halls Grew Darker
Halls grew darker and somehow faded.Grates of windows drowned in black.Every knight, every beautiful ladyKnew the tiding: "The Queen's deadly..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
On The Field Of Kulicovo
The river stretched. It flows, idly grieves,And washes both banks.In steppe, above light clay of cliffsRinks mourn in ranks.O Russia! Dear wife! With..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
The Faithless Shadows.
The faithless shadows of day are runningAnd high and clear is the call of bells,Steps of the church are blazed as with the lightning,Their stones are..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich 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 breathTouched through the window..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
He, Who Was Born
He, who was born in stagnant yearDoes not remember own way.We, kids of Russia's years of fear,Remember every night and day.Years that burned..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich 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...The..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
The Stranger
The restaurants on hot spring eveningsLie under a dense and savage air.Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelersContaminate the thoroughfare.Above..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
To The Muse
In your hidden memoriesThere are fatal tidings of doom...A curse on sacred traditions,A desecration of happiness;And a power so alluringThat I am..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
I Prefer The Gorgeous Freedom
I prefer the gorgeous freedom,And I fly to lands of grace,Where in wide and clear meadowsAll is good, as dreams, and blest.Here they rice: the clover..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
The Twelve
IIIOur sons have goneto serve the Redsto serve the Redsto risk their heads!O bitter,bitter pain,Sweet living!A torn overcoatan Austrian gun!-To get..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich 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..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
I Wait For You...
I wait for you. The years in silence passAnd as the image, one, I wait for you again.The distance is in flame -- and clear one as glass,I, silent..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
Don'T 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..
© Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
The Dead Poet
Never again shall he with wizard sleightEnsare on threshold of his soul the brightUnearthly splendors that would oft alight,And in the magic web of..
© Arthur Bayldon
Why I Am Poor
Because, my friends I have a savage gleeIn drinking to the dregs the draughts of lifeAnd love to feel my spirit spreading free,Stretching itself..
© Arthur Bayldon
To America In 1915
We watch your attitudes with candid eyes:Plain men are we, not given much to prate,Bluntly sincere, keenly compassionateBut lions in our wrath at..
© Arthur Bayldon
To Poesy
These vessels of verse, O Great Goddess, are filled with invisible tears,With the sobs and sweat of my spirit and her desolate brooding for..
© Arthur Bayldon
The Sea
Ere Greece soared, showering sovranties of light,Ere Rome shook earth with her tremendous tread,Ere yon blue-feasting sun-god burst blood-red,Beneath..
© Arthur Bayldon
Crabs
(Written on the Queensland Beach)Poisonous, bloated, crab-like shapesCrawl in gangs around these capes—Stopping here and feeding there;Listening..
© Arthur Bayldon
Marlowe
With eastern banners flaunting in the breezeRoyal processions, sounding fife and gongAnd showering jewels on the jostling throng,March to the tramp..
© Arthur Bayldon