The heart committed to the snowstorm.
Last of the needless, glitter bright
Out in the snow!
Arise, fire - breathing dark of night!
Stir your snow - dust and blow!
Slay me, as I once slew
My dear ones long ago.
I loved, but have forgotten who,
I wrapped my heart in snows that blew,
I harled my heart down mountain ways
It lies far, far below!
I walk into your bonfire`s blaze!
Fly to me,
O winged gaze,
With needle of snow fire run through me!
13. 1. 1907. Alexander Blok.