Alexander Blok

Alexander Blok

poet
When rowan leaves are dank and rusting And rowan berries red as blood, When in my palm the hangman's thrusting The final nail with bony thud, When, over the foul flooding river, Upon the wet grey height, I toss Before my land's grim looks, and shiver As I swing here upon the cross, Then, through the blood and weeping, stretches My dying sight to space remote; I see upon the river's reaches Christ sailing to me in a boat.More Alexander Blok quotes [03/29/2018 05:03:36]
What message, years of conflagration, have you: madness or hope? On thin cheeks strained by war and liberation bloody reflections still remain.More Alexander Blok quotes [03/29/2018 05:03:36]
The bourgeois stands like a question mark,
Speechless, like the hungry cur,
The ancient world stands there behind him,
A mongrel dog, afraid to stir.More Alexander Blok quotes [03/29/2018 05:03:36]
Hell and damnation, life is such fun with a ragged greatcoat and a Jerry gun!More Alexander Blok quotes [03/29/2018 05:03:36]
The brain is not an organ to be relied upon.More Alexander Blok quotes [03/29/2018 05:03:36]

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