Alexander Blok
- The Poets, by Geoffrey Thurley
Aleksandr Blok (español)
- Los poetas, Jorge Bustamante García
«In my exile I observe the sacred, / Congenial custom of antiquity / And release a bird into freedom / On the bright holiday of spring. / I become capable of serenity; / For what reason do I curse God / When just to one of his creatures / I’m empowered freedom to grant!»
«Life goes on, defying common sense. / Old men chatter in the southern sun: / “Moscow ballrooms… The weather in Simbirsk… / The War… Kerensky… We had freedom then…” Before you know it — forty years in France, / a buzzing in the head, chill in the bones. / “Masonic plot…...»
«Should I tell you about all the fools of the world / Who the fate of the entire humanity hold? Should I tell you about all scumbags, dead clowns, / Who pass into history in white crowns? But what for? / ……….It’s quiet under a Paris bridge, / I don’t care if after me there’s the»
«What about people? What do I need them for? / Here is a man pulling a bull, / A saleswoman with legs and breasts galore, / a kerchief, thighs round and full. Nature? For what reason? / Snow or rain or heat is mingling / With angst in any season, / Like a mosquito’s jingling. There ar...»