Александр Блок - Дума (POPPOETS by O.G.)

The poem paints a melancholic night scene, with a solitary moon illuminating a shadowy distance, a soul filled with unknown anxieties, and a longing for love that brings sorrow. A fragrant rose nods from a window, bathed in moonlight, gazing sadly into the refreshing dusk. The day awakens on the east, yet remains sorrowful and ill. A lone, pale, timid shadow flickers and disappears behind the narrator. The narrator walks past a window, speaking madly of love, while the morning moves quietly and the dawn rises. A breeze flutters through the trees. No call, sound, or whisper is heard in the night’s silence, yet love echoes in the shaded window, or perhaps it was a dream. The narrator questions the madness of speaking to an old window, and wonders if the night spent in a single feeling, in an empty window. They meet coldly in the day, the living flame extinguishing the gloomy day, and the narrator cannot recall the lonely night or the swift shadow.