Pskov churches and monasteries

There`s one joy left to me. Pskov churches and monasteries, A collection of poetry from Russia, civilian houses, merchant chambers Love, like a bird, is free


Oh yes, love, like a bird, is free,
Yes, I`m yours just the same!
Yes, I shall see your fiery form
In sweet dream after dream!

Yes, the fierce strength of lovely arms,
Eyes sad with treachery,
Are all my fever of vain passion
And give no peace to me!

I shall sing song of you, to heaven
I shall lift up your voice!
And to the stars to win your fire
Priest - like, I`ll sacrifice.

And in the river of my verse
Like a storm wave you`ll rise,
And from my hand I shall not wash
Your perfume`s lingering trace.

And in the silence of the night
Though for the briefest while,
Your haunting face shall shine upon me
And smile its dazzling smile.

Yes, I`m tormented by sweet longings,
That, when you are abroad,
You will from time to time in secret
Bestow on me a thought.

Carmen, through life`s storm and alarms,
Through all sad treachery,
Let that one thought be strict and bright,
As is a roud, simple and white,
Or journey far away.

28 March 1914, Alexander Blok.


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