The Twelve poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster

A poem by Alexander Block – Alexandre Block – Alexandr Blok – Александр Блок
(1880-1921)

III

Our sons have gone

to serve the Reds

to serve the Reds

to risk their heads!

O bitter,bitter pain,

Sweet living!

A torn overcoat

an Austrian gun!

-To get the bourgeosie

We’ll start a fire

a worldwide fire, and drench it

in blood-

The good Lord bless us!

-O you bitter bitterness,

boring boredom,

deadly boredom.

This is how I will

spend my time.

This is how I will

scratch my head,

munch on seeds,

some sunflower seeds,

play with my knife

play with my knife.

You bourgeosie, fly as a sparrow!

I’ll drink your blood,

your warm blood, for love,

for dark-eyed love.

God, let this soul, your servant,

rest in peace.

Such boredom!

XII

… On they march with sovereign tread…

‘Who else goes there? Come out! I said

come out!’ It is the wind and the red

flag plunging gaily at their head.

The frozen snow-drift looms in front.

‘Who’s in the drift! Come out! Come here!’

There’s only the homeless mongrel runt

limping wretchedly in the rear …

‘You mangy beast, out of the way

before you taste my bayonet.

Old mongrel world, clear off I say!

I’ll have your hide to sole my boot!

The shivering cur, the mongrel cur

bares his teeth like a hungry wolf,

droops his tail, but does not stir …

‘Hey answer, you there, show yourself.’

‘Who’s that waving the red flag?’

‘Try and see! It’s as dark as the tomb!’

‘Who’s that moving at a jog

trot, keeping to the back-street gloom?’

‘Don’t you worry ~ I’ll catch you yet;

better surrender to me alive!’

‘Come out, comrade, or you’ll regret

it ~ we’ll fire when I’ve counted five!’

Crack ~ crack ~ crack! But only the echo

answers from among the eaves …

The blizzard splits his seams, the snow

laughs wildly up the wirlwind’s sleeve …

Crack ~ crack ~ crack!

Crack ~ crack ~ crack!

… So they march with sovereign tread …

Behind them limps the hungry dog,

and wrapped in wild snow at their head

carrying a blood-red flag ~

soft-footed where the blizzard swirls,

invulnerable where bullets crossed ~

crowned with a crown of snowflake pearls,

a flowery diadem of frost,

ahead of them goes Jesus Christ.

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