Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

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

You'Re Gone Away - Poem by Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

You're gone away, and I'm in desert,
Pressing myself against hot sand.
But now my mouth can't profess it -
The proud word that's to be said.

I see my past without sadness -
I've understood your sacred heights:
Yes, you're the Galilee, so precious
To me - non-resurrected Christ.

And let another you caresses,
Let multiply abuse and spread:
The Son of Man still never fathoms
Where'er to lay his own head.


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  • Rookie - 318 Points Tolu Ogundare (11/25/2013 9:17:00 AM)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, November 25, 2013


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