Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

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

There's A Morn Demon - Poem by Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

There's a morn demon. He's of gauze and light,
The happy one - with golden hair.
Like skies, is blue his tunic's airy flood,
All - in a play of brilliants, fair.

But like through azures sometimes look dark nights,
Thus through his face sometimes looks something horrid,
Something dark-red - through his curls' shining gold,
Through his soft voice - forgotten tempests' blasts.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, November 25, 2013


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