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“Night, Streets, the Lantern…”

  …from the quills of the dead white poets Alexandr Alexandrovich Blok (1880 – 1921) Night, streets, the lantern, the drugstore, The meaningless and dusky light. A quarter of the century more — All fall the same into your sight! … Continue reading

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The Snow Maiden

  …from the quills of the dead white poets Alexandr Alexandrovich Blok (1880 – 1921) She came to me from the vast distance – The child of night and other times. Her kin were lost in space and seasons, Our … Continue reading

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I prefer the gorgeous freedom

…from the quills of the dead white poets Alexandr Alexandrovich Blok (1880 – 1921) 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 … Continue reading

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All perished, All!

…from the quills of the dead white poets Alexandr Alexandrovich Blok (1880 – 1921) “All perished, All!…” (1900) All perished, all! The sun, in flame and brilliance, As did it long before, the years’ circle fulfils. A sorrow grave deplores … Continue reading

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