Poems about the “Beautiful Lady” are the first step of Alexander Alexandrovich Blok in his
A long-term creative journey from romantic symbolism to critical realism. This is the first and most
His achievement is brilliant, in my opinion. These works are amazingly beautiful, warm and tenderly written...
Poems about the “Beautiful Lady” were written at the end of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th century, complex, Time of Troubles; time
Reassessment of values, revision life principles; a time of repression and revolution, protest, humiliation and
Ignoring a person as an individual. Everyone suffered, from peasant to nobleman. So people
Exhausted by the ruthless reality, they sought an outlet, peace in the mystical.
The philosophy of Solovyov had a huge influence on the formation of the worldviews of many of Blok’s contemporaries.
Especially the thesis: “the very love of the world is revealed through love for a woman... in love is our salvation...”, so is our
The poet, creating his small works, tried to hide from the gray, rough reality, sought salvation in
A heavenly, perhaps even utopian, world of his endless love for the “Beautiful Lady”, in her beauty,
“Eternal Femininity”. The poet completely dissolved in the pool of beautiful dreams, worship of this heavenly goddess, he
He clearly saw every feature of her face, knew everything about the creature created by his thoughts, he was a slave to his dreams:
I am defeated by your passions,
Weak under the yoke.
Sometimes - a servant; sometimes - cute;
And forever - a slave.
For some reason, Blok anticipated the arrival of this amazing maiden, he was afraid that on the way to reality a gentle creature
Will lose some of its pristine beauty:
How clear is the horizon! And radiance is close.
But I’m scared: You will change your appearance.
In fear of the terrible, burning and corroding elemental world, Alexander Alexandrovich
He himself begins to look for his “Beautiful Lady”: a soft, bewitching voice in bustling shops, a quiet
Breathing in the noise of the never-ending street, a modest look in the crowd of passers-by... Looking for a soulless, wordless creation
His own - he finds an even more beautiful, real one, living woman, independent and free, like the wind, light and
Transparent... His soul was filled with joy, hope for happiness, he wanted to take his beloved by the arm and
Fly to a free future. The power of beauty of Lydia Dmitrievna Mendeleeva (She was truly a “Beautiful Lady”:
Graceful, well-mannered. She illuminated everyone not only with the light of the goodness of her heart, but also outwardly she was like gold
A ray of sunshine in the gray dust of the present: a light brown braid neatly descending to the waist, huge sapphire eyes
Often awakened sincere smiles on tired faces ordinary people.) was so large and bright that he did not
I was afraid of getting hurt on the sharp thorns of all-consuming time, on the evil “rabbit-like glances of drunkards”, ridicule
“twelve” on that long and bottomless path to the star of supreme contentment shining somewhere in the distance:
And full of treasured trembling
Long-awaited years
We'll rush off-road
Into the unspeakable light.
So the poet fell in love with an earthly woman, forever burying somewhere in the depths of his soul the image of his dream. That's what he is
Then I felt:
No melancholy, no love, no resentment,
Everything has faded, passed, moved away...
White camp, voices of the funeral service
And your golden oar.
But nevertheless, the “Beautiful Lady” was still alive, she was simply reincarnated, like Blok’s feelings. They
They became even more elevated and at the same time closer to reality. Alexander Alexandrovich still to the end
I didn’t believe in the reality of Lydia Dmitrievna’s existence. He loved her with pure, sincere, divine love,
I trembled at the thought of scaring her away, I believed that she would fly away like a butterfly if she heard footsteps nearby, and therefore
For a very long time I simply admired the perfection of her beauty:
In the shadow of a tall column
I'm shaking from the creaking of the doors.
And he looks into my face, illuminated,
Only an image, only a dream about Her.
At those moments, the lover knew for sure that this particular girl was his “Great Eternal Wife,” the same
The soul mate he was lucky enough to meet at the very beginning of his life:
I can't hear neither sighs nor speeches,
But I believe: Darling - You.
It was really her. In January 1903, the solemn wedding of Alexander took place
Aleksandrovich Blok and Lydia Dmitrievna Mendeleeva.
The great poet lived with this woman until last day his life, and until his last breath he did not stop it
Be in love. Over the years, this feeling grew stronger; in the most difficult moments, only the thought of the beloved helped to survive and gave
Strength to rise again and again and move on towards your cherished goal, at least a little distracted from the evil
Injustices of life:
...And there, having sharpened the axes,
Merry red people
Laughing, they lit fires...
With me is a spring thought,
I know that you are not alone...
Or:
The violins moan tirelessly
Sings to me: “Live!”
The image of a beloved girl -
Tale tender love.
It was this tender feeling that illuminated the whole life path poet.
Blok was able to brilliantly portray him in his cycle of poems about “The Beautiful Lady.” Each
Of which there is a small masterpiece, since it was written under the influence of emotions, moments, scraps... All these
Individual and harmonious fragments are alive, each of them breathes love, and if you listen, you can even feel
The rhythm of his heartbeat:
Oh, I'm used to these robes
Majestic Eternal Wife!
They run high along the cornices
Smiles, fairy tales and dreams!
The poet poured the raging music of his feelings into poetry, and now each of us can enjoy this wonderful
Consonance in the cycle “About a Beautiful Lady”.
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Analysis of the cycle of poems – About a beautiful lady
Poems about the “Beautiful Lady” are the first step of Alexander Alexandrovich Blok in his many years of creative path from romantic symbolism to critical realism. This is his first and most brilliant achievement, in my opinion. These works are amazingly beautiful, warm and tenderly written...
Poems about the “Beautiful Lady” were written at the end of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th century, a difficult, troubled time; time of reassessment of values, revision of life principles; a time of repression and revolution, protest, humiliation and ignorance of man as an individual. Everyone suffered, from peasant to nobleman. Thus, people, exhausted by a ruthless reality, sought an outlet, peace in the mystical.
The philosophy of Solovyov, especially the thesis, had a huge influence on the formation of the worldviews of many of Blok’s contemporaries, especially the thesis: “the very love of the world is open through love for a woman... in love is our salvation...”, in the same way, our Poet, creating his small works, tried to hide from the gray, rough reality, sought salvation in the heavenly, perhaps even utopian, world of his endless love for the “Beautiful Lady”, in the beauty of her “Eternal Femininity”. The poet was completely dissolved in a pool of beautiful dreams, worship of this heavenly goddess, he clearly saw every feature of her face, knew everything about the creature created by his thoughts, he was a slave to his dreams:
I am defeated by your passions,
Weak under the yoke.
Sometimes - a servant; sometimes - cute;
And forever - a slave.
For some reason, Blok anticipated the arrival of this amazing maiden, he was afraid that on the way to reality the gentle creature would lose part of her pristine beauty:
How clear is the horizon! And radiance is close.
But I’m scared: You will change your appearance.
In fear of the terrible, burning and corroding elemental world that corrodes everything in its path, Alexander Alexandrovich himself begins to look for his “Beautiful Lady”: a soft, bewitching voice in the bustling shops, quiet breathing in the noise of the never-ending street, a modest look in the crowd of passers-by... He is looking for the soulless , his wordless creation, finds an even more beautiful, real, living woman, independent and free, like the wind, light and transparent... His soul was filled with joy, hope for happiness, he wanted to take his beloved by the hand and fly to a free future. The power of beauty of Lydia Dmitrievna Mendeleeva (She was truly a “Beautiful Lady”: graceful, well-mannered. She illuminated everyone not only with the light of the goodness of her heart, but also in appearance was like a golden ray of sun in the gray dust of the present: a light brown braid neatly descended to the waist, huge sapphire eyes often awakened sincere smiles on the tired faces of ordinary people.) was so great and bright that he was not afraid of getting hurt on the sharp thorns of all-consuming time, on the evil “rabbit-like glances of drunkards,” the ridicule of the “twelve” on that long and bottomless path to the shining where - in the distance to a star of the highest contentment:
And full of treasured trembling
Long-awaited years
We'll rush off-road
Into the unspeakable light.
So the poet fell in love with an earthly woman, forever burying somewhere in the depths of his soul the image of my woman, forever burying somewhere in the depths of his soul the image of his dream. This is what he felt then:
No melancholy, no love, no resentment,
Everything has faded, passed, moved away...
And your golden oar.
But nevertheless, the “Beautiful Lady” was still alive, she simply reincarnated, like Blok’s feelings. They became even more sublime and at the same time closer to reality. Alexander Alexandrovich still did not fully believe in the reality of Lydia Dmitrievna’s existence. He loved her with pure, sincere, divine love, trembled at the thought of scaring her away, believed that she would fly away like a butterfly if she heard steps nearby, and therefore for a very long time he simply admired the perfection of her beauty:
In the shadow of a tall column
I'm shaking from the creaking of the doors.
And he looks into my face, illuminated,
Only an image, only a dream about Her.
In those moments, the lover knew for sure that this particular girl was his “Great Eternal Wife,” the very soul mate he was lucky enough to meet at the very beginning of his life:
I can't hear neither sighs nor speeches,
But I believe: Darling - You.
It was really her. In January 1903, the solemn wedding of Alexander Alexandrovich Blok and Lydia Dmitrievna Mendeleeva took place.
The great poet lived with this woman until the last day of his life, and until his last breath he did not stop loving her. Over the years, this feeling grew stronger; in the most difficult moments, only the thought of my beloved helped me survive and gave me the strength to rise again and again and move on towards my cherished goal, to distract myself at least a little from the evil injustice of existence:
...And there, having sharpened the axes,
Merry red people
Laughing, they lit fires...
With me is a spring thought,
I know that you are not alone...
The violins moan tirelessly
Sings to me: “Live!”
The image of a beloved girl -
A Tale of Tender Love.
It was this tender feeling that illuminated the poet’s entire life path.
Blok was able to brilliantly portray it in his cycle of poems about the “Beautiful Lady.” Each of which is a small masterpiece, since it was written under the influence of emotions, moments, fragments... All these individual and harmonious fragments are alive, each of them breathes love, and if you listen you can even feel the rhythm of its heartbeat:
Oh, I'm used to these robes
Majestic Eternal Wife!
They run high along the cornices
Smiles, fairy tales and dreams!
The poet poured the raging music of his feelings into poetry, and now each of us can enjoy this wonderful consonance in the cycle “About a Beautiful Lady.”
In life she is strict and angry.
Virgo, Dawn, Kupina.
Fog rises, the skies turn red.
I'm waiting for a call, looking for an answer,
God have mercy, night souls!
.
And I wait silently, yearning and loving.
Without overcoming deadly dreams!
And there they rejoice in victory
How deceitful you are and how white you are!
Finishing the day's activities,
You look quiet, strict,
In the eyes of a past dream.
I chose a different path -
I’m walking, and the songs are not the same...
Soon the evening will approach,
And the night - towards fate:
And I will return to You.
Dear project participants, we present to your attention an article about the poetry collection of A.A. Blok - “Poems about a Beautiful Lady.” After all, this first collection of poetry by the poet, which brought him fame, is inspired by love, and all 687 poems included in it are dedicated to his beloved.
Blok began creating this collection in 1901, in the summer. He himself called this summer “mystical.” There were two main reasons for this. It was during this summer that he met Lyubov Dmitrievna Mendeleeva, the daughter of the great chemist Mendeleev, and fell passionately in love with her. And the second reason is that 1901 is the year the poet became acquainted with the philosophy and poetry of Vladimir Solovyov.
One of the main ideas in Solovyov’s philosophy was the idea of searching for Eternal Femininity - the embodiment of goodness, truth and beauty. It is this idea that forms the basis of Blok’s poetry collection “Poems about a Beautiful Lady.” In it, the author calls the Beautiful Lady differently - Mysterious Virgin, Radiant Vision, Dawn, Bush, Majestic Eternal Wife, Saint, Princess, Eternal Hope, Eternal Spring, Incomprehensible, Unattainable, Guardian - and all these epithets are certainly with capital letter. In this alone we already see the height to which the poet raises the image of his beloved.
You are white, unperturbed in the depths,
In life she is strict and angry.
Secretly anxious and secretly loved,
Virgo, Dawn, Kupina.
The main antithesis of the collection is He and She – the lyrical hero and the Beautiful Lady. He personifies the earthly principle, She represents the heavenly. And the plot of the entire cycle is driven by the expectation of a meeting with his beloved, a meeting that will connect the heavenly and earthly, a meeting that will transform the whole world.
Let us trace this internal movement of the lyrical plot, relying on the poems in the collection.
Before his beloved appears, the poet paints a world devoid of any colors or sounds. (“The soul is silent, in the cold sky...”). The poet's soul is also indifferent and cold, like everything around him, like the sky itself. And just the thought of a beloved, not even her very arrival, but just the thought of it, radically changes the landscape around:
Before You they turn blue without borders
Seas, fields, and mountains, and forests,
Birds call to each other in the free heights,
Fog rises, the skies turn red.
Blok purposefully emphasizes the difference between himself and Her, designating himself a “slave” in comparison with Her and next to Her:
And here, below, in the dust, in humiliation,
Seeing immortal features for a moment,
An unknown slave, full of inspiration,
Sings you. You don't know him.
In Blok’s poetic world, everything is symbolic, especially at the early stage of creativity. If we pay attention to the symbolism of color in this poem, we will see that the image of the heroine brings a variety of colors into the world - “The seas, fields, mountains, and forests turn blue without borders,” “the skies turn red.” Nature seems to come to life in the presence of the Beautiful Lady. In other poems at the beginning of the cycle, the colors white, gold, and azure appear.
And the only color of the earth, the bottom, is just dust.
But, realizing his “humiliation” and mundaneness in comparison with Her, He still longs for a meeting with all his soul:
I'm waiting for a call, looking for an answer,
The sky is numb, the earth is silent,
Behind the yellow field - somewhere far away -
For a moment my appeal awoke.
I wait - and a new thrill embraces me.
All brighter sky, the silence is deeper...
The night's secret will be destroyed by a word...
God have mercy, night souls!
For a moment I woke up behind a cornfield, somewhere,
My appeal is a distant echo.
I'm still waiting for the call, looking for an answer,
But strangely the silence of the earth lasts.
Around the middle of the cycle, the joyful and anxious anticipation of a meeting with his beloved begins to be mixed with a feeling of anxiety - what if the upcoming meeting does not bring the poet what he expected?
I have a feeling about you. The years pass by -
All in one form I foresee You.
The whole horizon is on fire - and unbearably clear,
And I wait silently, yearning and loving.
The whole horizon is on fire, and the appearance is near,
But I’m scared: you’ll change your appearance,
And you will arouse impudent suspicion,
Changing the usual features at the end.
Oh, how I will fall - both sadly and low,
Without overcoming deadly dreams!
How clear is the horizon! And radiance is close.
But I’m scared: You will change your appearance.
What is the cause of anxiety? Firstly, it is known that Blok was not for a long time I am completely confident in Lyubov Dmitrievna’s mutual feelings, and,
secondly, the very philosophy of the early Blok, grown on the ideas
V. Solovyov, contradicted the idea of simple earthly happiness of the lyrical hero and the Beautiful Lady. “Earthly” He and “heavenly” She, in principle, cannot be together.
“But I’m scared: you’ll change your appearance”- a key phrase that marks the turn of the entire plot. The poet is afraid that the Ideal will cease to be an ideal, that earth's shell will consume him and deprive him of Divine perfection.
And what happens - the premonition does not deceive the poet, the beloved actually changes her appearance:
You are different, dumb, faceless,
Hiding, casting a spell in silence.
But I don’t know what you’ll turn into,
And you don’t know if I’ll be yours
And there they rejoice in victory
Over a single and terrible soul.
According to the poet’s logic, having descended from heaven to earth, the beloved must inevitably change.
How deceitful you are and how white you are!
I like white lies...
Finishing the day's activities,
I know you will come again in the evening.
However, changed, that is, no longer so unattainably elevated, perfect, but completely earthly, real, with shortcomings, weaknesses, he needs her like air.
You look quiet, strict,
In the eyes of a past dream.
I chose a different path -
I’m walking, and the songs are not the same...
Soon the evening will approach,
And the night - towards fate:
Then my path will be overturned,
And I will return to You.
So, we see that at the beginning of the cycle the Beautiful Lady is the bearer of the Divine Principle, Eternal Femininity. Then this image decreases, becomes earthly, acquires real features, but this does not make the beloved less dear.
“Poems about a Beautiful Lady” is a kind of hymn to love and the image of the beloved, it is also a book of the poet’s personal, intimate experiences.
Blok’s poems are not easy to read and understand, and we hope that after reading this article, you will take a fresh look at this apparent complexity and pick up a volume with his poems. And perhaps you will analyze Blok’s lyrics as part of our project! Good luck to you!
The central cycle of the first volume of Blok’s lyrical trilogy is “Poems about the Beautiful Lady.” It was these poems that remained Blok’s most beloved until the end of his life. As is known, they reflected the love affair of the young poet with his future wife L. D. Mendeleeva and his passion for the philosophical ideas of Vl. Solovyova. In the philosopher's teaching about the Soul of the World, or Eternal Femininity, Blok was attracted by the idea that it is through love that the elimination of egoism and the unity of man and the world are possible. “High” love for the world is revealed to a person through love for an earthly woman, in which one must be able to discern her heavenly nature. “Poems about a Beautiful Lady” are multifaceted. Where they talk about real feelings and convey the story of “earthly” love, these are works of intimate lyrics. But “earthly” experiences and episodes of personal biography in Blok’s lyrical cycle are not important in themselves - they are used by the poet as material for inspired transformation. It is important not so much to see and hear as to see and hear; not so much to tell as to tell about the “unsaid”.
The plot of Blok’s cycle “Poems about a Beautiful Lady” is a plot of anticipation of a meeting with his beloved, a meeting that will transform the world and the hero, connecting earth with heaven. The participants in this plot are “he” and “she”. The heroine's appearance is multifaceted. On the one hand, this is a very real, “earthly” woman, each meeting with whom reveals to the lyrical hero some new feature in her. “She is slender and tall, // Always arrogant and stern.” The hero sees her “every day from afar” or meets her “at sunset.” At different encounters she may have "silver-black fur" or " White dress" She hides “through the dark gates,” etc. On the other hand, before us is the heavenly, mystical image of the “Virgin,” “Dawn,” “Majestic
Eternal Wife”, “Saint”, “Clear”, “Incomprehensible”... The same can be said about the hero of the cycle. “I am young, and fresh, and in love” is a completely “earthly” self-description. And then he is already a “joyless and dark monk” or “youth” lighting candles. The drama of the waiting situation lies in the contrast between the earthly and the heavenly, in the obvious inequality of the lyrical hero and the Beautiful Lady. In their relationship, the atmosphere of medieval chivalry is revived: the object of the lyrical hero’s love is elevated to an unattainable height, his behavior is determined by the ritual of selfless service. “He” is a knight in love, a humble monk, a schema-monk ready for self-denial. “She” is silent, invisible and inaudible; the ethereal focus of faith, hope and love of the lyrical hero
21. Block. "Poems about Russia"
For Blok, the Fatherland is a beacon that illuminates his entire creative path. If you follow this path from beginning to end, you can see Russia in all its diversity. Blok shows us both old Rus' and revolutionary Russia, covering a large period of history. He did not ignore even such an event, separated from us for centuries, as the Battle of Kulikovo.
Blok has a cycle of poems “On the Kulikovo Field”, where in every word one can feel the inescapable love for the Motherland: “Oh, my Rus'! My wife!" - this is how the poet addresses her, that is, not only as a living person, but as the closest creature in the world. “Napole Kulikovo” is a work where Rus' appears in smoke and blood, tormented, (!) but proud.
The country in the poem “Rus” seems completely different to us. This is a mysterious, witchcraft land. Sorcerers, sorcerers, devils and witches live here. It's mysterious, wild, scary, but at the same time beautiful. However, behind the fabulous pictures lies a sad image of a poor, wretched life. He only glimpses behind individual words: “under the glow of burning villages”, “fragile housing”. And the solution to the mystery that the poem is about is that:
I rocked a living soul,
Rus', in your vastness you are,
And so - she did not stain,
Initial purity.
In order to comprehend the “living soul”, you need to not just observe it, you need to share its life, its destiny with the Russian people. In the poem “Russia” the country opens up from one more side. This image will be close to everyone who has ever been to a village or driven along a broken country road. The poet, in just a few stanzas, so vividly conveyed the appearance of the Russian village with its “loose ruts” and “gray huts.” Such pictures remain true to this day. In addition to love for the Motherland, one can see here faith in its strength and indestructibility (“... you will not be lost, you will not perish”).
The image of Russia is constantly intertwined with the female image. For Blok, Motherland is a woman; she is like the “beautiful stranger” whom the poet addresses in his early poems. For Blok, love for the Motherland and love for a woman are inseparable and equally significant concepts.
A. A. Blok lived in revolutionary times. He felt the thunderstorm in the air, the onset of October. And he writes:
I believe: new Age will rise
Among all the unhappy generations.
The poem “12” Oddly enough, is also about the motherland (FOR GENERAL DEVELOPMENT)
The emergence of the poem “The Twelve” was natural. Blok thought about future fate Russia. This work is still interpreted ambiguously. Even the author himself, as is known, doubted the correctness of the choice of images.
Blok is a symbolist, his poem is filled with symbols. It begins immediately with a sharp contrast: “Black evening. White snow". Black color - evil, storm, spontaneity, unpredictability, white - purity, spirituality, light. The color red is also used in the poem. This is not only the color of flags and slogans, it is blood.
The old world is likened to a mangy dog. They try to drive him away - he wanders after him, not lagging behind.
The ragged rhythm of the poems is intended to reflect the pace of the revolution. The lines either rush forward or slow down the rhythm. This is the “music” of those days, the very atmosphere of the revolution.
The climax of the poem is the appearance of the twelve apostles in the form of twelve soldiers (or vice versa?). At their head is Jesus Christ. Blok was condemned for this, he himself hesitated, but he understood that this image was the only true one. Here Christ does not appear as some kind of religious figure, a superman, the son of God. This image only allows the poet to justify the revolution from the point of view of the highest justice.
"The Twelve" is an ambiguous work. Some saw it as a “poem of revolution”, others did not. Some condemned it without any reservations, while others, on the contrary, categorically recognized the poem as the best creation of the author. One thing is certain - Blok showed Russia in a completely new form.
Gradually, Blok’s homeland turns from a simpleton, whose “patterned board reaches to her eyebrows,” into a country of factory pipes and factory walls. The poet thought a lot about national industry and saw in it the path to renewal.
Blok praised Russia as beautiful woman with many faces. He saw this as his calling.
The cycles of “Poems about a Beautiful Lady” (1901-1902) primarily correspond to Blok’s lively, hot, intense feeling for L. D. Mendeleeva. This worship of her completely captured the poet and turned into the creation of poems, which became the beginning of Blok’s creative path as an already established original artist. In poems about the Beautiful Lady, the poet praises her and endows her with divinity, immortality, expressed in the boundlessness of her power, the omnipotence of feelings and deeds, the incomprehensibility of her plans for a mortal man, and the wisdom of her actions. Pozt sees all these qualities in his Beautiful Lady, who now “goes to earth in an incorruptible body.” The block echoes Vl’s spells. Solovyov, who in his philosophical research affirmed the divinity of the Feminine Principle and the great power of the Eternal Femininity.
Pozt thought of his life as a prayer service to his beloved; he later said: “... I met her here, and her earthly image, completely in no way disharmonious with the unearthly, aroused in me... a storm of triumph...” (1918). From now on, the poet sees himself in the image of a knight who has made a vow of eternal service to his beloved, his Beautiful Lady, and worships only her:
I enter dark temples, in the shadow of a high column
I perform a poor ritual. I'm shaking from the creaking of the doors.
There I am waiting for the Beautiful Lady, who looks into my face, illuminated,
In the flickering of red lamps. Only an image, only a dream about Her.
Subject to this passion-obsession and completely captured by it, the poet sees absolute perfection in the Beautiful Lady, her actually visible features seem to him heavenly and divine. For the poet she is the “Mistress of the Universe”, at whose feet all the lands stretch:
I am a trembling creature. The rays of what angels flew down,
Illuminated, dreams become rigid. Who is quiet at the threshold...
Before Your depths In You they lurk in anticipation
My depths are insignificant. Great light and evil darkness -
You don’t know what the goals are, the key to all knowledge.
You hide in the depths of Your Roses, And the delirium of a great mind.
(“I am a trembling creature...”, 1902)
In “Poems about a Beautiful Lady,” Blok obediently bows his knees before Her, plunging into his “fairy tales and dreams.” He is always ready to serve the “Majestic Eternal Wife,” whose earthly image is inseparable from the one that flickers on icons in the radiance of lamps and gold vestments; he passionately desires to meekly carry out her will, which is sacred to him. It seems to him: the creation of miracles is in her power, she just has to wish them! In prayerful adoration before the Beautiful Lady, the poet rushes to the heavenly, forgets about everything earthly. Sometimes the poetics of these verses coincide in their solemnity with church hymns, psalms, and prayers:
Here is humility in the vestments of chastity,
I make vows. Oh holy one! where are you?
Love, the beginning that connects the poet with the deity, for Blok takes on grandiose, universal, “supratemporal” scales, alien to ordinary earthly dimensions.
In “Poems about a Beautiful Lady,” the words sound, the sound has a certain “divine” color: among the “unfaithful shadows of the day,” a “high and distinct bell ringing” is heard. Often, among the “busy affairs of the world,” the poet strives to hear at least the most distant echo of the “voices of other worlds,” those worlds that are the only true existence, next to which everything earthly and “perishable” seems like a shadow and a ghost.
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