Alexander Blok, from The Twelve & Other Poems; "I Sense Your Coming,"
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"I Yearn To Live a Life of Meaning...", Alexander Blok
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Directions
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Inside my soul a treasure is buried.
Alexander Blok, The Unknown Lady
originally published 1907
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My heart is open to you alone.
My soul is devoted to dark melodies.
— Alexander Blok, Aleksandr Blok’s Trilogy of Lyric Dramas, ‘The King on the Square’, transl by Timothy C. Westphalen, (2003)
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Begotten in the dead of night,
You gleamed like silver in the distance.
Your tortured soul became
The fabric of frosty earth.
Alexander Blok, from “Begotten in the dead of night” (tr. by Boris Jakim)
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Will you forgive me for my snowstorms, my fever, poetry, gloom and all?
~Alexander Blok
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He's looking up at the stars.
"Stars, stars,
Why am I so sad?"
He gazes up at the stars.
"Stars, stars,
Where does this yearning come from?"
The stars tell everything.
Everything's told by the stars.
Alexander Blok, from "Night, The City Has Simmered Down" wr. c. 1906
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Alexander Blok, from a poem titled "O What Is Setting Sun's Radiance To Me," featured in The Twelve & Other Poems
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"I recall the nervous trepidation...", Alexander Blok
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“Hopes in my heart other-worldly…”
— Alexander Blok, from Selected Poems; “from Lines to the Beautiful Lady (1901-1902)”
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On mourning myself
Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems, Dulce María Loynaz//A Breath of Life, Clarice Lispector//angels in the cemetery//Centres of Cataclysm: Celebrating Fifty Years of Modern Poetry in Translation; from ‘Fog Land’, Ingeborg Bachmann//Claude Monet//Night, The City Has Simmered Down, Alexander Blok//Montmartre in the rain, Pierre Bonnard//Sound of the War, Vicente Aleixandre//Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky//The Merry Cemetery, Amrita Sher-Gil//The Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath//Sylvia Plath//Weeping Madonna Statue
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You’re sick. Live more simply. You are a poet, a senseless singing being; however, you are fated to express the thoughts of others. They just don’t know how to state everything that you say. Woe to you, if you prompt the people with their own secret, crazy thoughts.
— Alexander Blok, Aleksandr Blok’s Trilogy of Lyric Dramas, ‘The King on the Square’, transl by Timothy C. Westphalen, (2003)
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