Alexandr Blok
Born
in Saint Petersburg, Russian Federation
November 28, 1880
Died
August 07, 1921
Genre
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Selected Poems
10 editions
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published
1918
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Двенадцать
36 editions
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published
1918
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The Twelve & Other Poems
by
8 editions
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published
1968
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Стихотворения
20 editions
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published
1975
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Незнакомка
by
9 editions
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published
2013
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Избранное
by
5 editions
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published
1954
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The Stranger: Selected Poetry
by
4 editions
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published
2011
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Стихи о прекрасной даме
by
10 editions
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published
1904
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Балаганчик
4 editions
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published
1906
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Poesie
by
8 editions
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published
1977
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“How often we sit weeping — you
and I — over the life we lead!
My friends, if you only knew
the darkness of the days ahead!”
― Selected Poems
and I — over the life we lead!
My friends, if you only knew
the darkness of the days ahead!”
― Selected Poems
“Night, street and streetlight, drugstore,
The purposeless, half-dim, drab light.
For all the use live on a quarter century –
Nothing will change. There’s no way out.
–
You’ll die – and start all over, live twice,
Everything repeats itself, just as it was:
Night, the canal’s rippled icy surface,
The drugstore, the street, and streetlight.”
―
The purposeless, half-dim, drab light.
For all the use live on a quarter century –
Nothing will change. There’s no way out.
–
You’ll die – and start all over, live twice,
Everything repeats itself, just as it was:
Night, the canal’s rippled icy surface,
The drugstore, the street, and streetlight.”
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“From sunset she appeared,
Her cloak pierced by a bloom
Of unfamiliar climes.
She summoned me somewhere
Into the northern gloom
And aimless winter ice.
And bonfire burned 'mid night,
And with its tongues the blaze
Did lick the very skies.
The eyes flashed fiery light,
And falling as black snakes
The tresses were released.
And then the snakes encircled
My mind and lofty spirit
Lay spread upon the cross.
And in the snowdust's swirl
To black eyes I am true,
To beauty of the coils.
(untitled: "From sunset she appeared")”
― Silver Age of Russian Culture
Her cloak pierced by a bloom
Of unfamiliar climes.
She summoned me somewhere
Into the northern gloom
And aimless winter ice.
And bonfire burned 'mid night,
And with its tongues the blaze
Did lick the very skies.
The eyes flashed fiery light,
And falling as black snakes
The tresses were released.
And then the snakes encircled
My mind and lofty spirit
Lay spread upon the cross.
And in the snowdust's swirl
To black eyes I am true,
To beauty of the coils.
(untitled: "From sunset she appeared")”
― Silver Age of Russian Culture
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