“From sunset she appeared,
Her cloak pierced by a bloom
Of unfamiliar climes.
She summoned me somewhere
Into the northern gloom
And aimless winter ice.
And bonfire burned 'mid night,
And with its tongues the blaze
Did lick the very skies.
The eyes flashed fiery light,
And falling as black snakes
The tresses were released.
And then the snakes encircled
My mind and lofty spirit
Lay spread upon the cross.
And in the snowdust's swirl
To black eyes I am true,
To beauty of the coils.
(untitled: "From sunset she appeared")”
― Alexander Blok, The Silver Age of Russian Culture: An Anthology
Her cloak pierced by a bloom
Of unfamiliar climes.
She summoned me somewhere
Into the northern gloom
And aimless winter ice.
And bonfire burned 'mid night,
And with its tongues the blaze
Did lick the very skies.
The eyes flashed fiery light,
And falling as black snakes
The tresses were released.
And then the snakes encircled
My mind and lofty spirit
Lay spread upon the cross.
And in the snowdust's swirl
To black eyes I am true,
To beauty of the coils.
(untitled: "From sunset she appeared")”
― Alexander Blok, The Silver Age of Russian Culture: An Anthology
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