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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352681" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>1918</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stars were racing; waves were washing headlands.<br>Salt went blind, and tears were slowly drying.<br>Darkened were the bedrooms; thoughts were racing,<br>And the Sphinx was listening to the desert.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Candles swam. It seemed that the Colossus'<br>Blood grew cold; upon his lips was spreading<br>The blue shadow smile of the Sahara.<br>With the turning tide the night was waning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sea-breeze from Morocco touched the water.<br>Simooms blew. In snowdrifts snored Archangel.<br>Candles swam; the rough draft of 'The Prophet'<br>Slowly dried, and dawn broke on the Ganges</div><div style="margin:10px 0">----------------------------------- -------</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Мчали ;сь звезды. В море мылись мысы.<br>Сл&# 1077;пла соль. И слезы высыхал и.<br>Были темны спальни. Мчались мысли,<br>И прислуш ивался сфинкс к Сахаре.<br>Плыли свечи. И казалос ь, стынет<br> 050;ровь колосса. Заплыва ли губы<br>Го 083;убой улыбкою пустыни .<br>В час отлива ночь пошла на убыль.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i 2;оре тронул ветерок с Марокко .<br>Шел самум. Храпел в снегах Арханге льск.<br>Пл&# 1099;ли свечи. Чернови к 'Пророка ;'<br>Просых& #1072;л, и брезжил день на Ганге.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Boris+Pasternak">Boris Pasternak</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352681" data-title="1918 de Boris Pasternak" data-description="Stars were racing; waves were washing headlands. Salt went blind, and tears were slowly drying. Darkened were the bedrooms; thoughts were racing, And the Sphinx was listening to the desert. Candles swam. It seemed that the Colossus' Blood grew co..."></div> </div> </div>
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