verses about the most beautiful lady

Do not expect the final answer,
It is not given in this life.
But the ear of the poet clearly catches
The distant thunder on his road.

He has bent his head attentively,
Eagerly, he takes it in, fine-strung, he waits,
And already he can hear it:
It flowers, it basks in bliss, it grows….

And nearer yet, the premonition stronger,
But, Ah! The expectation is unbearable…
And the seer falls, struck dumb,
Hearing the thunder close upon the road.

Alexander Blok

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