Boris Pasternak

(10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)

It's Spring, I Leave A Street Where Poplars... - Poem by Boris Pasternak

It's spring, I leave a street where poplars are astonished,
Where distance is alarmed and the house fears it may fall.
Where air is blue just like the linen bundle
A discharged patient takes from hospital,

Where dusk is empty, like a broken tale,
Abandoned by a star, without conclusion,
So that expressionless, unfathomable,
A thousand clamouring eyes are in confusion.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 3, 2010

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