A.Blok, You Are The Day Of God - Translation (Rus.) - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina
You are the Day of God. My dreams -
Are eagles crying in the azure.
They're floating in storm worlwind
Under the wrathful beauty pleasure.
Their hearts are pierced all through with arrow,
Their fly is falling down terrible...
But even fall is full of oaths,
Of cries, of screams, etcetera...
21th february 1902
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