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Alexander Blok, 1907 Alexander Alexandrovich Blok (Russian: Алекса́ндр Алекса́ндрович Бло́к, IPA: [ɐlʲɪˈksandr ɐlʲɪˈksandrəvʲɪtɕ ˈblok] (
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Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok Poems

  • My Monastery, Where
    My monastery, where I'm badly pining,
    Is granite, melted by the burning mind.
    I'm strangled and blinded under this heat, lying,
    And leave it, trying a new cell to findâ?¦ ...
  • Here We Live
    Here we live in ancient chambers
    By the water strings.
    Here at spring the gladness rambles,
    And the river sings. ...
  • I Prefer The Gorgeous Freedom
    I prefer the gorgeous freedom,
    And I fly to lands of grace,
    Where in wide and clear meadows
    All is good, as dreams, and blest. ...
  • You're Gone Away
    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. ...
  • The Earthly Heart
    The earthly heart quit freezes blood,
    But, with my breast, I meet great cold.
    I bear on the empty road
    The virgin love to all mankind. ...
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Night 15 I Love You 14 Love 14 Dark 13 Light 12 Heart 12 Clear 10 Soul 10 Lost 9 Face 9


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