Antares Posted Thursday at 05:05 PM 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 Thursday at 07:33 PM (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 Thursday at 07:38 PM by Antares 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Antares Posted Saturday at 12:13 PM They’re used to crashing through locked doors, A blackened shadow weighs upon their hearts. The word forgive is foreign to them now This world has long been beyond anyone’s rescue. And in every stare there’s a glass-cold chill Freedom here has long been killed. We’ve lost all that we once had found, And only one slogan echoes: sit down and don’t make a sound. [Chorus] I close the window of my home, I don’t want to watch this madhouse anymore. In this city, seas of blinding lights Just don’t pity your fate tonight. I close the window of my home, I don’t want to watch this madhouse anymore. In this city, seas of blinding lights— Just don’t pity your fate tonight. [Verse] A cold wind hums through steel-strung wires, This feeling bears the name of fear. You’ll never forget it, not ever again Your life feels clenched in someone else’s hands. A name was wiped off the wall yesterday, Someone cried freedom and silence replied. The bright morning light sparked in the glass; Someone spoke the truth and now he’s gone. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
