The Winter Scene by Aleksandr Blok Poem, by Ksey

She came in from the frost

Her cheeks flushed,

Filling the room

With the scent of fresh air and perfume,

With her ringing voice

And utterly disrespectful to study

Chatter.

She immediately dropped a thick volume

Of an art magazine on the floor,

And suddenly it seemed

That there was very little space

In my large room.

All this was a little annoying

And quite absurd.

However, she wanted me

To read "Macbeth" aloud to her.

Hardly had I reached the "bubbles of the earth,"

About which I cannot speak without emotion,

When I noticed that she, too, was agitated

And was looking intently out the window.

It turned out that a large, mottled cat

Was cautiously creeping along the edge of the roof,

Stalking the kissing pigeons.

I was most annoyed by the fact

That it was the pigeons, not us, who were kissing,

And that the times of Paolo and Francesca were long gone.

Comments +

sorenbarrett January 18th, 2026 16:28
Clever write with two parallel activities and comparison of the two. Well done
Friendship January 18th, 2026 18:23
Your poem explores the juxtaposition of human emotion and distraction in the face of art and literature. It captures a moment of intimacy and distraction, highlighting the contrast between the speaker's serious engagement with Shakespeare's "Macbeth" and the interruptions of daily life, represented by the woman and the cat outside.

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The Winter Scene by Aleksandr Blok