Lyudmila Purgina

Freshman - 678 Points (Russian Federation)

A.Blok, How Strongly The Alarm... - Translation (Rus.) - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

By Alexander Blok

How strongly the alarm is growing to night!
It is silent, cold, dark.
The conscience's tormenting, the life does strive.
And hardly could I look at moon in sky
Through the frozen window glass.

Something is happening in the outer world.
I'm frightened to open the morning newspaper.
Somebody wants to appear, somebody
Is wandering, roving somewhere...
Oh - just changed his mind, may be?

The guest, sleepless, the floor, scrathing?
Ah, does it have any matter? !
Again I'll be a friend to to a tavern's violin,
Such monotonous and melodious instrument!
And will drink a wine!

All the same, there'll be no forces
To drag myself to end
With a sober smile, a smile false,
In which - there's the fear of death
And the anxiety of a deadman.

30 Dec 1913

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 17, 2012



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