Speaking In Tongues
Scribbling In Voices

From Alexander Blok

Translated by Anatole S.Troshin



The night, the street, the lamp, the chemistís
The meaningless and glassy light.
You may outlive more than two decades,
All will remain. Thereís no way out.

Youíll die Ė and start from the beginning
With all repeating as before:
Night, the canal in icy rippling,
The street, the lamp, the chemistís store.