As I walked, some frenzied kind
En masse were walking on in my wake.
Their hair stood on end under the moon,
With horror would tormented souls swoon,
With thumping, their bosoms they’d shake,
And gnash their teeth aloud from behind.
As I walked, the brooding kind
En masse were drawn to walk in my wake.
Forgetting then the horror of their lot,
Enfeebled, the fragrance which the night brought
In sunken, haggard bosoms they’d take,
With their hands forlornly intertwined.
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«Я шёл – и вслед за мною шли…», «Стихи о Прекрасной Даме-IV», 1 января 1902
Blok A. As I walked, some frenzied kind...
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