Night. Pharmacy. Street lamp and road.
There is a useless wobbly beam.
You may live decades finding hope.
There is no hope, its faintest gleam.
It will resume as you have gone:
There’s a canal with icy load
That gloomy night when you’ve been born,
The pharmacy, the lamp, the road.
Alexander Block, 10th Oct. 1912
Night. Pharmacy. Street lamp and road
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Thank you for this poem, it's my favourite of A. Block, even in English it's amazing. О.Я.
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