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Monotony

Monotony

One monotonous day follows another
equally monotonous. The same things
will happen again, and then will happen again,
the same moments will come and go.

A month passes by and brings another month.
Easy to guess what lies ahead:
all of yesterday’s boredom.
And tomorrow ends up no longer like tomorrow.



Translated by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard

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