<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352726" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In the Wood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blurred by a lilac heat, the meadows:<br>in the wood, cathedral shadows swirled.<br>What on earth was left for them to kiss? So<br>like wax, soft in the fingers, theirs, the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s a dream – you do not sleep, you only<br>dream you long for sleep: someone’s dozing,<br>two black suns are beating under eyelids,<br>burning eyelashes, while he’s slumbering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sunbeams play. Iridescent beetles flow by,<br>dragon-flies’ glass skims over his cheek.<br>With tiny scintillations, the wood’s alive,<br>like those the clockmakers’ tweezers seek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It seems he slept to the tick of figures,<br>while in acid, amber ether, over his head,<br>the hands of a carefully tested clock quiver,<br>regulated precisely by tremors of heat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They calibrate, they shake the pines,<br>scatter the shadow, exhaust and pierce<br>the darkness of timber raised up high,<br>in the day’s fatigue, on the blue clock-face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It seems a primal happiness was setting,<br>it seems the wood was sunk in sunlit dream.<br>Happy folk don’t spend time clock-watching,<br>but this pair were only sleeping, it seems.</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=352726" data-title="In the Wood de Boris Pasternak" data-description="Blurred by a lilac heat, the meadows: in the wood, cathedral shadows swirled. What on earth was left for them to kiss? So like wax, soft in the fingers, theirs, the world. There’s a dream – you do not sleep, you only dream you long for sleep:..."></div> </div> </div>

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