Alexander Blok

Night: a street, a streetlight; drugstore...

Night: a street, a streetlight; drugstore;
A meaningless dim luminance.
Go live tor twenty-five years more —
Nothing will change. There's no way out.

You'll die, and start again, while all
Recurs, identically: the night,
The chill ripples on the canal.
The drugstore, the street, the streetlight.

        Translation by Denis Johnson and Kathy Lewis