I Apprehend You

By Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

I apprehend You. The years pass by -

Yet in constant form, I apprehend You.

The whole horizon is aflame - impossibly sharp,

And mute, I wait, - with longing and with love.

The whole horizon is aflame, and your appearance near.

And yet I fear that You will change your form,

Give rise to impudent suspicion

By changing Your familiar contours in the end.

Oh, how I'll fall - so low and bitter,

Defeated by my fatal dreams!

How sharp is the horizon! Radiance is near.

And yet I fear that You will change your form.