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Into Crimson Dark
(28 November 1880 – 7 August 1921 / Saint Petersburg)

Into Crimson Dark

Poem By Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

Into crimson dark thou goest,
Thy vast orbits mock the eye.
Small the echo that thou throwest,
Far, I hear thy footfalls die.

Art thou near? too far for greeting?
Lost in topless altitudes?
Shall I wait a sudden meeting
Where sonorous stillness broods?

In the solitude resounding
Distant footsteps echo free.
Is it thou who flamest, bounding
Circles of infinity?

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