I came to the poet to visit…

Alexander Blok

I came to the poet to visit.
exactly at noon. Sunday.
Silence in the room spacious,
And the windows frost.

And the crimson sun
Above shaggy blue-gray smoke…
As the host of silent
Clearly looking at me!

His eyes are,
Remember that everyone should;
I better, cautious,
They and did not look.

But remembered the conversation,
smoky noon, Sunday
The house has a gray and high
At sea gates Neva.

January 1914

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