You retreat to the fields without doubt,
Let Your Name be forever praised!
Spears of sunset will touch on my brow,
Reddish light will spill onto my face.
In the dark days I’ll press to your flute,
To your sweet golden flute I’ll succumb,
And if prayers are silenced and mute,
I will sleep, long-oppressed, in the tomb.
You will come in your deep purple gown
To enlighten yet another abode.
Let me breathe in this half-drowsy crowd,
Let me kiss the curved edge of your road…
1905
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Alexander Blok - You retreat to the fields
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