On waters, spread without end,
Dressed with the sunset so purple,
It sings and prophesies for land,
Unable to lift the smashed wings' couple...
The charge of Tartars' hordes it claims,
And bloody set of executions,
Earthquake, and hunger and the flames,
The death of justice, crime’s intrusion...
And caught with fear, cold and smooth,
The fair face flames as one of lovers’,
But sound with prophetic truth
The lips that the bloody foam covers!...
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Comments2Just came across this Alexander Blok poem again after ages, used to read it as a kid 🧒💭Still pretty deep stuff! Anyone else know why he chose a bird as the prophet? 🤔🐦
Just finished reading "Gamajun, the Prophetic Bird". A masterpiece that touches the soul, though I found it a bit dark and foreboding. 😕😮 Anyone else feel a sense of impending doom conveyed through it?🤷♀️💭