Poem by Aleksandr Blok

I Prefer the Gorgeous Freedom
Aleksandr Blok (1880 - 1921)

I prefer the gorgeous freedom, and I fly to lands of grace,
Where in wide and clear meadows. All is good, as dreams, and blest.
Here they rice: the clover clear. And corn-flower's gentle lace.
And the rustle is always here: "Ears are leaning...Take your ways!"
In this immense sea of fair, only one of blades reclines.
You don't see in misty air, I'd seen it!
It will be mine!