Speaking In Tongues
Scribbling In Voices

From Alexander Blok

Translated by Anatole S.Troshin

The night, the street, the lamp, the chemist’s

The meaningless and glassy light.

You may outlive more than two decades,

All will remain. There’s no way out.

You’ll die – and start from the beginning

With all repeating as before:

Night, the canal in icy rippling,

The street, the lamp, the chemist’s store.