That night, that pharmacy, that streetlight –
Its dim and gloomy senseless glare,
There’s no escape – the ennui streaming
For decades, year after year;
You die, get born – the seconds dribble…
You see again that dreary sight:
Canal at night, its icy ripples,
The pharmacy, the street, the light…
A Poem by Alexander Blok
© Copyright: Маленький Принц, 2019
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