Boris Pasternak
Winter Night
It was the snowstorm all around
It was the snow-drifts on the ground
On the table burnt the light
It was the winter night

As in the summer swarm of midges flies to blaze
As to the window frame flew from the sky the flakes
Snowstorm drew on the window arrow and circle
Her eyes were sparkling

It were the shadows on the ceiling
Of feet...and arms...and of my feeling
Her shoes on the floor fell
With the sound of the bell
And wax was dropping from the light on dress
It was the winter night, oh yes!

The fever of temptation cruciformly
Rased two wings like angel...
Night is lonely...
And all the month of February it was storm
And light burnt on the table
Orange, warm....



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