Speaking In Tongues
Scribbling In Voices
From Alexander Blok
Translated by Anatole S.Troshin
The night, the street, the lamp, the chemist’s
The meaningless and glassy light.
You may outlive more than two decades,
All will remain. There’s no way out.
You’ll die – and start from the beginning
With all repeating as before:
Night, the canal in icy rippling,
The street, the lamp, the chemist’s store.