In the foreign land of buzzing steel…

In the foreign land of buzzing steel
fly, recollecting himself barely,
AND, believing promises given,
Harder than yesterday's speech.

Now I know: somewhere in the world,
For dalyu stone roads,
the terrible, at Last puree
For us, God is preparing a meeting.

And we long to admire
On those, local feasts:
We have before us the mysteries of naked,
Vozbleschut new worlds.

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Alexander Blok
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