On waters, spread without end, <br />Dressed with the sunset so purple, <br />It sings and prophesies for land, <br />Unable to lift the smashed wings' couple... <br />The charge of Tartars' hordes it claims, <br />And bloody set of executions, <br />Earthquake, and hunger and the flames, <br />The death of justice, crime’s intrusion... <br />And caught with fear, cold and smooth, <br />The fair face flames as one of lovers’, <br />But sound with prophetic truth <br />The lips that the bloody foam covers!...<br /><br />Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gamajun-the-prophetic-bird/
