Poems

4 hrs. 17 min.

Poetry

Author Alexander Blok

Narrator Denis Semenov

Description

If we try to describe the main theme of the work of the great Russian poet of the Silver Age, Alexander Blok, in two words, it would be “The Nightingale Garden.” Blok’s poetry truly has a silvery sound. The poet, in many ways, lets us hear the Silver Age through the sound of his lyre. In his poems and long poems there is a constant interplay of light and shadow, sorrow and joy, life and death, dreams and reality. The collection includes poems by Alexander Blok from different periods of his creative life, as well as the poem “The Twelve.”

Contents:

“Full moon stood over the meadow...”
“She was young and beautiful...”
“My dear friend! With youthful soul...”
Gamayun, the prophetic bird
“Morning breathes through the window of yours...”
To an unknown god
“Bright sun, blue distance...”
“The sluggish procession of autumn day...”
“Sluggishly and heavily drift the clouds...”
“Poet in exile and in doubt...”
“On the sky, a flare. Dense night is dead...”
“I seek salvation...”
“Rest in vain. The road is steep...”
“I wait for a summons, searching for an answer...”
“Twilight, spring twilight...”
“You blaze over the high mountain...”
“I will rise in the misty morning—sun will strike my face...”
“Night—snowy blizzard...”
“Night on New Year’s Eve”
“I believe in the Sun of the Covenant...”
“We met with you at sunset...”
“I, a youth, kindle candles...”
“I wander within the monastery walls...”
“You depart into a golden valley...”
“I went out into the night—to learn, to understand...”
Ecclesiastes
“I enter the dark temples...”
“Secret signs flare up...”
“Halls have darkened, faded, grown pale...”
“I plunged into a sea of clover...”
“Is everything calm among the people?..”
“Happy thoughts dreamed to me...”
“Doors open—there are flickers...”
“I carved a staff from oak...”
“She was fifteen years old...”
The Factory
Little devils of the marsh
A marsh pope
“On the spring road to the little house...”
“Love this eternity of the marsh...”
The old woman and the marsh devils
Autumn dances
Night violet
“They advanced. Straight into the chest...”
The Puppet Show
Autumn will
“The girl sang in the church choir...”
“In the blue faraway little bedroom...”
“Here is Christ—in chains and in roses...”
A tale of the rooster and the old woman
“My dear brother! Evening has come...”
“Years have passed, but you—still the same...”
The guardian angel
“There is better and worse than me...”
Rus’
Silence blossoms
“So winged, so tuneful...”
“I seek lights—lights on the way...”
“About life, burnt out in a choir...”
“Solvieg! O, Solvieg! O, Sunny Path!..”
“Conceived in the night, I was born in the night...”
“With each spring my paths grow steeper...”
Peter
“Eternity threw itself into the city...”
“In taverns, in lanes, in twists and turns...”
“I told you something unearthly...”
A rally
“Hanging over the world city...”
“You pass without a smile...”
“Full-bellied”
The Stranger Woman (The Unknown Woman)
A cold day
Windows to the courtyard
“I walk about, wandering, downcast...”
Cleopatra
Snow wine
Snow lacework
Caught by the blizzard
Wings
Under masks
Through the crystal clatter of wine
In the corner of the sofa
They read poems
The inevitable
Disarray
The heart is devoted to the blizzard
“On the snowy bonfire”
“She has gone. But hyacinths waited...”
“Oh, spring without end, without bounds...”
“Granting the world—like a ringing gift...”
“Oh, what do I care for the blush of sunset...”
“A harmonica, a harmonica! Hey, sing, squeal and burn!..”
“When you stand in my path...”
“She came from the frost...”
“With her bitter tears over us, spring wept...”
“By the lake”
“In the northern sea”
“In the dunes”
A double
“Night, street, lamp, pharmacy...”
“The autumn evening was. To the sound of glassy rain...”
The Commander’s Steps
“Oh, I want to live madly...”
To my friends
Poets
A comet
“Do you remember? In our sleepy cove...”
“I bless everything that was...”
“You insist that I am cold, shut up, and dry...”
“A shepherd’s pipe sang on the bridge...”
“Soul! When will you be tired of believing?..”
“Cruel May with white nights!..”
Oncoming (Countercurrent)
Mary
“I am nailed to the tavern bar...”
“I didn’t call you—you came yourself...”
“Grieving and crying and laughing...”
“How we said goodbye, passionately swore...”
“Once proud and haughty...”
“Today you are on the ringing troika...”
“There are moments when it doesn’t trouble...”
“On a marshy, deserted meadow...”
“Grey morning”
The Nightingale Garden
Motherland
“In thick grass you’ll disappear headlong...”
On the Kulikovo Field
“We, alone, at midnight, stood over the steppe”
“On the night when Mamai lay down with the steppe host and bridges...”
“Again, with age-old longing...”
“Again over the Kulikovo Field...”
Russia
An autumn day
“Smoke from the bonfire streams off in bluish smoke...”
“My Rus’, my life—shall we be the ones to suffer together?..”
“On the iron road”
“A sound is approaching. And the heartrending sound—submissive to it..”
“The wind has stilled, and glory is dawning...”
The last exhortation
“Sinning shamelessly, soundly, without waking...”
“The sky of Petrograd was clouding with rain...”
“Born in the silent years...”
A hawk
The Scythians
“We are forgotten, alone on earth...”
“I remembered an old tale...”
The Twelve (a long poem)[/spoiler]