What message, years of conflagration, have you: madness or hope? On thin cheeks strained by war and liberation bloody reflections still remain.
"Those Born in Years of Stagnation" (1914); translation from Jon Stallworthy and Peter France (trans.) The Twelve, and Other Poems (New York: Oxford University Press, 1970) p. 139.
When rowan leaves are dank and rusting And rowan berries red as blood, When in my palm the hangman's thrusting The final nail with bony thud, When, over the foul flooding river, Upon the wet grey height, I toss Before my land's grim looks, and shiver As I swing here upon the cross, Then, through the blood and weeping, stretches My dying sight to space remote; I see upon the river’s reaches Christ sailing to me in a boat.Alexander Blok
Hell and damnation, life is such fun with a ragged greatcoat and a Jerry gun!Alexander Blok
So they march with sovereign tread… Behind them limps the hungry dog, and wrapped in wild snow at their head carrying a blood-red flag soft-footed where the blizzard swirls, invulnerable where bullets crossed – crowned with a crown of snowflake pearls, a flowery diadem of frost, ahead of them goes Jesus Christ.Alexander Blok