Sphinx

Stir silent tale of deserts,
He heads up, high.
Trembling words offended goddesses
And ready to fly off the tongue…

Refracted bend angry eyebrow,
Claws buried in the sand…
I hear the forgotten word: H b u s in a
a forgotten, living language…

But ready dug into the loose sand
Straightened his legs…
And in front of me again - only a secret hint -
Undisclosed dreams triumph.

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Alexander Blok
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