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Poem By Andrey Bely: To Blok

  To Blok 1. Alone, alone amidst the mountains. Seeking You. I’m wading aimlessly through ice-cold clouds. My soul In deathly mourning. Now having thrust the rod a’ground, I stand upon a crest. And though I may be laughing, my ...

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Poem By Andrey Bely: The Golden Fleece

  The Golden Fleece (from ‘Gold in Azure’) Turning gold, the ether grows translucent, And between the sea and this sun quiver tongues of gold. Everywhere golden coins gleam among splashes of yearning. Cliff fronts rose In a fluttering sun-veil. ...

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Poem By Andrey Bely : To Balmont

To Balmont Poet, – you are not understood by people. Your eyes do not shine lightheartedly. Your eyes are raised to the heavens: Turquoise Eternity is with you. With you, above you she caresses, kisses soundlessly. Washed with azure, the ...

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Poem By Andrey Bely : Beyond The Sun

Beyond The Sun The world-gold sunset is ablaze with fire, Having pierced through with radiant airiness, above the peaceful cornfield it set fire to crosses and distant outlines of cupolas. Airy veils, waving, whispering with a gust of freedom in ...

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Poem By Andrey Bely : Eternal call

Eternal call The sunset pierced through the tops of the trees with yellow-crimson light. And this eternal melody sounded: ‘Embrace [me] – I will begin to kiss you…’ Antiquity at the blazing hour having seized us with peace, antiquity, having ...

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Poem By Andrey Bely : YOU SIT ON THE BED THERE

“YOU SIT ON THE BED THERE” (Opening poem of the “Funeral Mass” cycle) “You sit on the bed there In the sunset’s full crimson, Pillows crumpled, Looking distracted, —what Troubles you?” “Oh, swept by Transparent Gold cataracts, The fir-tree tops ...

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Poem By Andrey Bely : Euthanasia

Euthanasia The shining and ponderous goblet I empty: the earth drops below me, All things sink away, —I am treading Cold space—the vast void—the dim ether. But distant, in ancient space looming, My glimmering goblet: the Sun. I look—far below ...

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Poem By Andrey Bely : Messengers

Messengers In fields hopeless and dumb Droops the pale-bladed grain; It is dozing and numb Amid dreams that are vain…. With a high sudden hum The field tosses its mane: “Unto us Christ is come!” The wild news shakes the ...

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Andrey Bely Biography

Andrey Bely October 26, 1880 – January 8, 1934 One of the most outstanding figures of Russian symbolism, Andrey Bely was truly representative of his own epoch, embodying it in his life and art. Andrey Bely was born Boris Bugayev ...

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