By Alexander Blok
With sorrow, with tears and with laugh
The streams of all my verses ring
Beneath your feet,
And every poem
Is running, braiding a living bind,
Without any limits.
But through the crystal streams
You are so far, as you were…
The crystals sing and cry…
How could I draw your features
In order you could come from
A distance charmed?
8 december 1908
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