By Alexander Blok
The violins' voices
To Eugene Ivanov
From the long grasses moon is rising
As a shield of a reddening hero,
Then a music wave plashed wildly
Into the dawning sea cheerly.
Why at the clear hour of triumph
You're so evil - a screachy bow,
Breaking the world orchestra
With a hasty song, solitary?
Then learn a mind of the long grasses,
Spill in the sea of the careless dawns,
Sending a plangent voice into the country
Of the boundless violins now.
February 1910
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