Monday, December 10, 2012

Alexander Blok - A night, a street....


A night, a street, a lamp, a drugstore,
A meaningless and dismal light. 
A quarter century outpours – 
It’s all the same. No chance to flight.

You’d die and rise anew, begotten.
All would repeat as ever might:
The street, the icy rippled water,
The store, the lamp, the lonely night.

October 10th, 1912

This poem was chosen for the city of Leiden project "Poems and Walls" 

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