Boris Pasternak - The Girl

Boris Pasternak - The Girl

By a cliff a golden cloud once lingered; br On his breast it slept… br br From the swing, from the garden, helter-skelter, br A twig runs up to the glass. br Enormous, close, with a drop of emerald br At the tip of the cluster cast. br br The garden is clouded, lost in confusion, br In staggering, teeming fuss.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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