Quotes from Alexander Blok

With your whole body, with your whole heart, with your whole conscience, listen to the Revolution....This is the music everyone who has ears should hear.

What message, years of conflagration, have you: madness or hope? On thin cheeks strained by war and liberation bloody reflections still remain.

With your whole body, with your whole heart, with your whole conscience, listen to the Revolution…. This is the music everyone who has ears should hear.

How often we sit weeping — you and I — over the life we lead! My friends, if you only knew the darkness of the days ahead!

Night, street and streetlight, drugstore, The purposeless, half-dim, drab light. For all the use live on a quarter century – Nothing will change. There's no way out. – You'll die – and start all over, live twice, Everything repeats itself, just as it was: Night, the canal's rippled icy surface, The drugstore, the street, and streetlight.

Inside my soul a treasure is buried. The key is mine and only mine. How right you are, you drunken monster! I know: the truth is in the wine. ("The Unknown Lady")

The mirror's light sparks in the eyes, And horrified, my lids drawn tight, I step back to that realm of night Where not a single exit lies... (Untitled: "I pass away this life of mine...")

stars, Where did such anguish come from?" And the stars tell him, The stars tell him everything.

He was in her thoughts – a deep tender sultry garden.

The sinking of the Titanic has made me indescribably happy; there is, after all, an ocean.

I once stirred thunder in the skies, And now, unlike the days of yore - Just tears in a drunken poet's eyes And laughter - from some whore.

I love her fairy-wise mind.

Poor land, poor land, what do you mean to the heart that moves in me? Poor love, poor love, poor wife of mine, why do you weep so bitterly? (from Retribution book 2, I)

The squeak of oarlocks comes over the lake water A woman's shriek assaults the ear While above, in the sky, inured to everything, The moon looks on with a mindless leer ("The Unknown Lady")

And all my former life is seen—a crazy drowsy beautiful and utterly appalling dream.

Il vento portò da lontano l'accenno di un canto primaverile, chissà dove, lucido e profondo si aprì un pezzetto di cielo. In questo azzurro smisurato, fra barlumi della vicina primavera piangevano burrasche invernali, si libravano sogni stellati. Timide, cupe e profonde piangevano le mie corde. Il vento portò da lontano le sue squillanti canzoni.

You see, I'm – a writer, A man, who calls everything by its name, And steals the aroma from a living flower.

My dearest, tenderest one, I love the star-infused melancholy of your face,

Inside my soul, the spring of love Will not replace the stormy weather.

the nearing resurrection Of dreary, melancholy days…

Because of my chains and because of your spell, And the family curse that still haunts us as well.

Without remorse, you calmly thrust your knife Into each heart that shared its love with you.

The brain is not an organ to be relied upon.

Hell and damnation, life is such fun with a ragged greatcoat and a Jerry gun!