Sunday, August 29, 2010

Poem of the Day

Night, street, lamp, and pharmacy,
A meaningless and misty light.
Live on a quarter century—
The same. There is no hope of flight.

You will die, rise from where you fell,
All be repeated, cold and damp:
The night, the wavering canal,
The pharmacy, the street, the lamp.

-- Alexander Bloc (1888 - 1921)
Trans. Leo Yankevich

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