Boris Pasternak
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A boat is beating in the breast of the lake.
Neckline and knuckles and rowlocks-O wait,This could have happened to anyone, listen!This could be used in a song, to beguile.This then would mean-the ashes of lilac,Richness of dew-drenched and crushed camomile,Bartering lips for a start after twilight.This is-embracing the firmament; strongHercules holding it, clasping still fonder.This then would mean-whole centuries longFortunes for nightingales’ singing to…
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A boat is beating in the breast of the lake.
Neckline and knuckles and rowlocks-O wait,This could have happened to anyone, listen!This could be used in a song, to beguile.This then would mean-the ashes of lilac,Richness of dew-drenched and crushed camomile,Bartering lips for a start after twilight.This is-embracing the firmament; strongHercules holding it, clasping still fonder.This then would mean-whole centuries longFortunes for nightingales’ singing to…
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