<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352744" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On a fateful day, an unlucky time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On a fateful day, an unlucky time,<br>Unannounced, it may happen thus:<br>Stifling, blacker still than a monastery<br>Utter madness descends on us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bitter frost. The night, as a decency,<br>Is observing the icy cold.<br>In an armchair, the ghost mumbles on and on,<br>Still the same, in his winter coat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the branch outside, and the parquet floor,<br>And his cheek, and the poker's shade-<br>All are shot with repentance and sleepiness<br>Of the blizzard that raved night and day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the night is calm. Bright and frosty night.<br>Like a puppy suckling, still blind,<br>With the whole of their darkness-the palisade<br>Drinks the sparkle of stars through the pines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seems-it drips from them. Seems they're glimmering.<br>Seems-the night is brimming with wax<br>And the pad of one fir warms another pad<br>And one hollow traces the next.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seems-this stillness, this height's an elegiac wave,<br>A concern of a soul for a mind,<br>The expectancy after an anxious 'respond'!<br>Or an echo of different kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seems it's dumb, this enquiring of needles and trees.<br>And the height is too deaf or too blue,<br>And the shine on the frozen swerve of the road's<br>A reply to that pleading 'Helloooo…'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bitter frost. The night, as a decency,<br>Is observing the icy cold.<br>In his armchair the ghost mumbles endlessly,<br>Still the same, in his winter coat-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh-his lips-he is squeezing them horribly!<br>Face in hands-shaking-ready to choke!<br>Whirls of clues for the gifted biographer<br>In this pattern, as dead as chalk.</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=352744" data-title="On a fateful day, an unlucky time de Boris Pasternak" data-description="On a fateful day, an unlucky time, Unannounced, it may happen thus: Stifling, blacker still than a monastery Utter madness descends on us. Bitter frost. The night, as a decency, Is observing the icy cold. In an armchair, the ghost mumbles on and ..."></div> </div> </div>

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