[Night. Street. Lamp. Drugstore.]* Annotated
Night. Street. Lamp. Drugstore.
Dull and sleazy light.
Live twenty-five years more --
It will be as now . No way out.
You die —and again you begin.
All is repeated as before:
Night. The canal's icy ripples.
Drugstore. Lamp. Street.
 Night is when the vultures prowl
 on our streets. They shoot
 the lamps with their guns & leave
 the drugstore empty of cotton & penicillin.
 A lone candle flickers inside an old woman's
 eye; she has seen years go by
 With nothing ever changing,
 Only the number of gravestones piling
 On top of one flower garland after another.
 She's next, she holds the candle.
 She'll pass it to her neighbor, a daughter.
 She now counts the stars while waiting.
 So, her mother fills a basin with tears
 & some soap she bought from the drugstore.
 This night, she hushes the lamp to sleep,
 An army truck takes the old woman away.
* by Alexander Blok, translated by Ilya Kaminsky.
By Miguel GarciaQLRS Vol. 18. No. 4 Oct 2019