January 18, 2022

Poesia russa - Night




Night, street, lamp, pharmacy,

A dull meaningless light.

Live another quarter century –

The same. No exit in sight.



You’ll die – again, begin it all,

And as before, all will repeat:

Night, icy ripples on the canal,

Pharmacy, lamp, street.


—  Aleksándr Blok (1880-1921)

Translated by A. S. Kline © Copyright 2002-2011 All Rights Reserved

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