Aleksandr Blok - Artist

In sultry summers, or in snows,
In days of burials and triumphs,
I wait for unattended rhymes 
To chase away my deadly woes.

They come at last. With cold attention
I wait to see and fix and kill
My  perspicacious observations
Of their barely noticed trail.

A sea-whirl?  Birds in Paradise?   
Leaves flutter, or the time collapsed?
The apple blossoms shed their whites?
An Angel lapsed?

Time lingers. World expands. The noise
Grows more. The motion and the light.
The Past probes Future with a lust.
No Present. Present passed.

And, lastly, as my soul revives,
And newly forces  set to reign -
The curse has overcome my soul
The Mind has slain.

And in a cage I put my soul,
An airy, amicable thing,
A thing that chased the death away
And tried to save my way.

Here is a cage – of heavy steel,
Looks golden in the evening light
Here is the bird - once it was gay
Swings on a hoop, tonight -   

The wings are clipped, the songs are learned; 
You stand beneath my window still ?
You like my songs ? While I, fatigued,
Wait for the new  - and bored.


1913
vip/2013


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Художник (В жаркое лето и в зиму метельную...)