Antares Posted 5 hours ago Quote Alexander Blok A blizzard sweeps the streets... A blizzard sweeps the streets, Coiling and staggering. Someone gives me a hand, Someone smiles at me, Leads me until I see a deep, Enclosed by somber granite, And this deep flows and sings, And calls like an accursed spirit. I draw near, I withdraw, I stand stock-still, atremble, — If I but cross the boundary strip, I shall be among murmuring springs... He whispers (not to scare me off) — Already annulled, my will — “Grasp this—die skillfully, And you exalt your soul. Understand this — you are alone, How sweet are the secrets of the cold. Look deep into the cold current Where everything is young forever.” I run. Get out, accursed spirit! O do not try or torture me. I’ll go out in the fields, the snow, the night, And hide beneath a willow tree. For there the will than all wills freer, Will not impede the free man, And the pain worse than any pain Will turn from its devious ways! Translated by Geoffrey Thurley accursed spirit = po; field = tien = tian Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Antares Posted 2 hours ago (edited) Alexander Blok - 1899 ______________________________ To where Heaven joins the Ocean, In one uncertain, drifting seam— Beyond the veils of distant mists My spirit carries its true dream… [Verse] Yet still I know — toward that pale boundary It is my inner quest that flows; With Heaven’s clear and silent Vastness My single soul in oneness grows… [Chorus] Ah, if you, Eternal Weaver Of Heaven’s Way and all that lives, Would grant a wonder to your children And bestow immortal wings to mortals’ striving selves! Edited 2 hours ago by Antares Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
