A.Blok, Venice -1 - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

Venice
by Alexander Blok

1

And with her only I sailed to ocean,
And with her only I left the shore,
And with her only I was far away,
And with her only I forgot my relatives...

Oh, the red sail
In the green distance!
The black bugles,
On the dark shawl twinkling!

And he is going from a gloomy lunch,
With no any blood in heart...
Chrystos, who was tired his cross to carry.

To my Adriatic love -
My last love -
Farewell, farewell!

9 may 1919