Saturday, January 16, 2010

More Blok

This is another Blok poem, Протекли за годами года, roughly Englished by request, based on the requestor's prose translation:

Year after year flew by.
Blindly I lived in what seemed.
And then today I dreamed
That her love for me was a lie.

I was merely a passer-by,
A passer-by, that's clear.
This childish passion died.
She said: Forgive me, dear.

Though love overflows my soul,
Time with others yields bitter dismay.
That song was a bell that tolled
In a dream that I dreamed today.

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