Three messages
by Alexander Blok
3
I'm aware of your name delirious,
The black velvet and the fired lips,
But sometimes something is looking over
Your shoulder, unknown for me.
A hard anger then lies on my forehwad
Between brows: it burns me to end -
The black jealousy of that terrirory,
Your unonown and alien land.
Being ready to new torment's bands,
I today recollect the former snows,
Former blizzards, your wild weak hands,
Pearls of your murmurs...
18 November 1910
Три послания -3, перевод А. Блока
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