Poems by Alexander Blok
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Unknown Woman
... The practiced wits stroll with the ladies ...
The Snowy Spring Is Raging Mad
... A voice would sing, "With all your being ...
The Scythians
... While still there's time, Comrades, lay down your arms! ...
Those Born In Obscure Times
... O Lord, O Lord, may those more worthy than us, ...
I Apprehend You...
... The whole horizon is aflame, and your appearance near ...
from The Twelve
... … So they march with sovereign tread&hellip ...
Servus -- Reginae
... To catch our meetings, short and instant, ...
Street Circus
... … And that terrible music cries over our lot, ...
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