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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