Александр Блок
It's Elul yet I feel nothing! #@$%$@*!
One of my favorite poems:
Ночь, улица, фонарь, аптека,
Бессмысленный и тусклый свет.
Живи еще хоть четверть века -
Все будет так. Исхода нет.
Умрешь - начнешь опять сначала
И повторится все, как встарь:
Ночь, ледяная рябь канала,
Аптека, улица, фонарь.
posted by e-kvetcher at 2:33 PM
3 Comments:
Um...some of your readers are Russian-challenged (hint, hint).
Forsake us not to babelfish!
Part of me didn't want to translate the poem, because poetry loses so much in the translation...
This is a poem by Alexander Blok, who is considered by many one of the greatest Russian poets.
The article about Blok in Wikipedia actually provides a translation of this poem which I think is pretty close, but I think is a little off. The key difference is what I believe is a play on the word "свет", which means both "light" and "world". Here's my translation:
Night, street, street lamp, drugstore,
A meaningless and dull world.
You can live another quarter century -
All will be the same, there's no escape.
You'll die - and begin again anew,
And everything will repeat just as in the past:
Night, the icy ripples on the canal,
Drugstore, street, street lamp.
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