Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
My Sweet Friend - Poem by Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
My sweet friend, and in this quiet home,
Beats a fever me, the same.
I can't find a place in quiet home
By its always peaceful flame!
Voices sing, a blizzard calls, I hear,
Comfort is my cross….
E'en behind your shoulders, oh my dear,
Someone's eyes wait for me close!
There, behind your shoulders so quiet,
The wings' tremble I feel,
Pierces me with his look of a fire
The storms' angel - Israfil!
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