Aleksandr Blok - Do not lure me with spree

Do not lure me with a spree,
Do not call!
Shall we feast, as it were,
Mother-earth?
Curls of mine you did tear
With the wind,
Yet you blessed me with your
Whiter hand…
I will touch your dark soil
With my cross,
I will no more rejoice
In your bliss!
For a moment, I'll glance
At this world
As the earth celebrates
Greener Spring, -
Then I’ll go on my way,
Heavy track -
Just to be with my soul,
A poor wreck.



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