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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352756" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sparrow Hills</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Breasts beneath kisses, as though under a tap!<br>Summer’s stream won’t run for ever.<br>We can’t pump out the accordion’s roar<br>night after night, in a dusty fever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ve heard of age. Terrible prophecies!<br>No wave will lift its hands to the stars.<br>They say – who believes? No face in the leaves,<br>no gods in the air, in the ponds: no hearts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rouse your soul! Make the day, foaming.<br>It’s noon in the world. Where are your eyes?<br>See there, thoughts in the whiteness seething,<br>fir-cones, woodpeckers, cloud, heat, pines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here, the city’s trolley-lines end.<br>Beyond there’s no rails, it’s the trees.<br>Beyond – it’s Sunday, breaking branches,<br>the glade running off, sliding on leaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scattering noons: Whitsuntide: walking,<br>‘The world’s always like this’, says the wood.<br>So the copse planned it, the clearing was told,<br>So it pours, from the clouds, towards us.</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=352756" data-title="Sparrow Hills de Boris Pasternak" data-description="Breasts beneath kisses, as though under a tap! Summer’s stream won’t run for ever. We can’t pump out the accordion’s roar night after night, in a dusty fever. I’ve heard of age. Terrible prophecies! No wave will lift its hands to the st..."></div> </div> </div>
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