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You - God's day. My dreams -
eagles, screaming in Azure.
Under the wrath of the bright beauty
They hourly in the vortex of the storm.

Arrow pierces their hearts,
They fly in the fall wild…
But in the fall - there is no end
Thanks, and screech, and cries!

February 1902

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All poems of Alexander Blok

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