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A Flame's In Skies
(28 November 1880 – 7 August 1921 / Saint Petersburg)

A Flame's In Skies

Poem By Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

A flame's in skies. The night lays dead and grey.
The wood's high trees are crowding around,
But in the night I clear hear sound -
The hum of mobs in city faraway.

One can detect the set of buildings, bold,
And towers and teeth of its austere loop-holes,
And shady gardens in a fence of stones,
And proud walls of the antique stronghold.

Such gracefully passed ages can help us
To frame our mind for even resurrection:
By flux of being in a back direction -
By noise of cities, vanished in the past.

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~ By noise of cities, vanished in the past. ~...............a nice creative write..