Shadowplay

Posted September 20, 2009

Dusk, a street, a light, a drugstore,

A world without sense, and dull.

A quarter-century yet to live for —

So it shall be. Without result.

You’ll die — resume from the beginning,

And, as before, it all repeats:

Dusk, the canal’s icy ripples,

The drugstore, light, and city street.

A.A. Blok (translation by Kathy Sowa)

2 Comments so far

Alex M on September 20th, 2009

wow this is by far one of my favourites
very nice
lir on October 16th, 2009

Greg, it’s so cool!
such a common thing seems really unusual