Treasure Island

Boris Pasternak

(10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)

Hops


Beneath the willow wound round with ivy
we take cover from the worst
of the storm, with a greatcoat round
our shoulders and my hands around your waist.

I've got it wrong. That isn't ivy
entwined in the bushes round
the wood, but hops. You intoxicate me!
Let's spread the greatcoat on the ground.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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