<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341026" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Unknown Woman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Above the restaurants in the evenings<br>The sultry air is wild and still,<br>And the decaying breath of spring<br>Drives drunken shouting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Above the dusty distant lanes<br>The boredom of summer homes,<br>The baker's gold sign barely shines<br>And a child's crying rings out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each night, beyond the crossing gates,<br>With bowler hats tipped rakishly,<br>The practiced wits stroll with the ladies<br>Among the drainage ditches.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out on the lake, oarlocks creak<br>And a woman starts to squeal,<br>While up in the sky, inured to it all,<br>The moon's disk senselessly leers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each night my solitary friend<br>Is reflected in my glass,<br>Made meek and reeling, like myself,<br>By the mysterious, astringent liquid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And drowsy lackeys lounge about<br>Beside the adjacent tables<br>While drunks with rabbit eyes cry out<br>'In vino veritas!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And each night at a certain hour<br>(Or am I only dreaming it?),<br>A girl's figure, swathed in silk,<br>Moves across the misty window.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And slowly passing among the drunks,<br>Always alone and unescorted,<br>Wafting a breath of perfume and mist,<br>She takes a table by the window.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And an air of ancient legend<br>Wreaths her resilient silks,<br>Her hat with its funereal plumes,<br>And her slender ringed hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And entranced by this strange nearness,<br>I look through her dark veil,<br>And see an enchanted shore<br>And a horizon enchanted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deep secrets are entrusted to me,<br>Someone's sun is in my care,<br>And at every turn, astringent wine<br>Pierces my soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And drooping ostrich plumes<br>Waver in my brain,<br>And fathomless blue eyes<br>Bloom on the distant shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A treasure lies in my soul,<br>And the key belongs to me alone!<br>You are correct, you drunken fiend!<br>I know it: wine brings truth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Aleksandr+Aleksandrovich+Blok">Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341026" data-title="Unknown Woman de Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok" data-description="Above the restaurants in the evenings The sultry air is wild and still, And the decaying breath of spring Drives drunken shouting. Above the dusty distant lanes The boredom of summer homes, The baker's gold sign barely shines And a child's crying..."></div> </div> </div>

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