Poem Hunter
Poems
He, Who Was Born
(28 November 1880 – 7 August 1921 / Saint Petersburg)

He, Who Was Born

Poem By Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

He, who was born in stagnant year
Does not remember own way.
We, kids of Russia's years of fear,
Remember every night and day.

Years that burned everything to ashes!
Do you bring madness or grace?
The war's and freedom's fire flashes
Left bloody light on every face.

We are struck dumb: the toxsin's pressure
Has made us tightly close lips.
In living hearts, once full of pleasure,
The fateful desert now sleeps.

And let the crying ravens soar
Right over our death-bed,
May those who were striving more,
O God, behold Thy Kingdom's Great!

User Rating: 2,9 / 5 ( 12 votes )

Comments (0)

There is no comment submitted by members.


Comments