Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

(28 November 1880 – 7 August 1921 / Saint Petersburg)

A Flame's In Skies - Poem by Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

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A flame's in skies. The night lays dead and grey.
The wood's high trees are crowding around,
But in the night I clear hear sound -
The hum of mobs in city faraway.

One can detect the set of buildings, bold,
And towers and teeth of its austere loop-holes,
And shady gardens in a fence of stones,
And proud walls of the antique stronghold.

Such gracefully passed ages can help us
To frame our mind for even resurrection:
By flux of being in a back direction -
By noise of cities, vanished in the past.


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  • Gold Star - 13,947 Points * Sunprincess * (5/31/2014 3:04:00 PM)

    ~ By noise of cities, vanished in the past. ~...............a nice creative write.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 20, 2013



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