Alexander Blok: The city sleeps

The city sleeps, wrapped in the haze,
The streetlamps barely glimmer …
And I can see the morning rays
Beyond the Neva, start to shimmer.
This distant and opaque reflection,
This gleam of the awaking blaze
Conceals the nearing resurrection
Of dreary, melancholy days…

August 23, 1899

By Alexander Blok
Translation by Andrey Kneller


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