<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352686" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>About These Poems</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On winter pavements I will pound <br>Them down with glistening glass and sun, <br>Will let the ceiling hear their sound, <br>Damp corners-read them, one by one. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The attic will repeat my themes <br>And bow to winter with my lines, <br>And send leapfrogging to the beams <br>Bad luck and oddities and signs. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Snow will not monthly sweep and fall <br>And cover up beginnings, ends. <br>One day I'll suddenly recall: <br>The sun exists! Will see new trends, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will see-the world is not the same; <br>Then, Christmas jackdaw-like will blink <br>And with a frosty day explain <br>What we, my love and I, should think. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The window-halves I'll throw apart, <br>In muffler from the cold to hide, <br>And call to children in the yard, <br>'What century is it outside?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who trod a trail towards the door, <br>The hole blocked up with sleet and snow, <br>The while I smoked with Byron or <br>Was having drinks with Edgar Poe? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While known in Darial or hell <br>Or armoury, as friend, I dipped <br>Like Lermontov's deep thrill, as well <br>My life in vermouth as my lips.</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=352686" data-title="About These Poems de Boris Pasternak" data-description="On winter pavements I will pound Them down with glistening glass and sun, Will let the ceiling hear their sound, Damp corners-read them, one by one. The attic will repeat my themes And bow to winter with my lines, And send leapfrogging to t..."></div> </div> </div>

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