<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352696" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Confession</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life returned with a cause-the way<br>Some strange chance once interrupted it.<br>Just as on that distant summer day,<br>I am standing in the same old street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">People are the same, and people's worries,<br>And the sunset's still a fireball,<br>Just the way death's night once in a hurry<br>Nailed it to the ancient mansion's wall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Women, in the same cheap clothes attired,<br>Are still wearing down their shoes at night.<br>Afterwards, against the roofing iron<br>They are by the garrets crucified.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here is one of them. She looks so weary<br>As she steps across the threshold, and<br>Rising from the basement, drab and dreary,<br>Walks across the courtyard on a slant.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And again I'm ready with excuses,<br>And again it's all the same to me.<br>And the neighbour in the backyard pauses,<br>Then goes out of sight, and leaves us be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_____</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Don't cry, do not purse your lips up,<br>They're puffy as it is, dear.<br>Mind you don't break the drying scab<br>Of smouldering spring fever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your hand is on my breast. Let go!<br>We are like two live wires.<br>If we aren't careful, we'll be thrown<br>Together unawares.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The years will pass, you'll marry yet<br>And you'll forget this squalor.<br>To be a woman is a feat,<br>To drive men mad, that's valour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as for me, I've been in thrall<br>For ages-begged like alms,<br>And worshipped the great miracle<br>Of woman's neck, back, arms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though bound tight, at the end of day,<br>By the anguished darkness' loop,<br>I'm ever lured to get away-<br>I long to break things up.</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=352696" data-title="Confession de Boris Pasternak" data-description="Life returned with a cause-the way Some strange chance once interrupted it. Just as on that distant summer day, I am standing in the same old street. People are the same, and people's worries, And the sunset's still a fireball, Just the way death..."></div> </div> </div>

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