snowing
Pasternak BL
Snowing, snowing.
The Whites were the star in the storm
Stretch geranium flowers
Over sash.
Snowing, and everything in disarray,
All embarks on a flight --
Black ladder steps,
Crossroads turn.
Snowing, snowing
Like not falling flakes
And in the patched cloak
Is he ground sky.
Like a kind of eccentric,
From the upper landing,
Stealthily, playing hide and seek,
Is he the sky from the attic.
Because life does not wait.
Do not look back - and Yule.
Only a short interval,
You look, there's a new year.
The snow is thick, thick.
Keeping pace with him, the soles of those
At the same tempo, with the laziness of the
Or with the same speed
Perhaps it is time?
Maybe the year after year
Should, as the snow goes
Or as the words in the poem?
Snowing, snowing
Snowing, and everything in disarray:
Haired pedestrian
Surprised plants
Crossroads turn.
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