<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Spasskoe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Spasskoe, unforgettable September sheds its leaves.<br>Isn’t it time to close up the summer-house?<br>Echo traps the thudding of axe-blows in the trees,<br>and, past the fence, barters a herd-boy’s shout.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Last night the marsh by the park shivered, too.<br>The moment the sun rises it vanishes.<br>The bluebell can’t drink the rheumatic dew,<br>and a dirty lilac stain soils the birches.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The wood’s downcast. It wants to sleep, as well,<br>under the snow, in the deep quiet of the bear’s den.<br>The park, gaping, framed by tree-trunks stands still,<br>in neat obituary-columns, its edges blackened.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Has the birch copse stopped fading, staining,<br>its shade more watery still, and growing thin?<br>And again, you’re, fifteen – it’s still complaining –<br>again – ‘oh child, oh, what shall we do with them?’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They’re already so many it’s time to stop playing.<br>They’re – birds in the bushes, mushrooms in the trees.<br>Already we’ve veiled our horizon with them, shrouding<br>each other’s landscape with fog-bound mysteries.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The comic, on the night of his death, typhus-stricken,<br>hears a peal: it’s Homeric laughter from the box.<br>Today in Spasskoe, the same grief, in hallucination,<br>stares, from the road, at a house of weathered logs.</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=352757" data-title="Spasskoe de Boris Pasternak" data-description="In Spasskoe, unforgettable September sheds its leaves. Isn’t it time to close up the summer-house? Echo traps the thudding of axe-blows in the trees, and, past the fence, barters a herd-boy’s shout. Last night the marsh by the park shivered,..."></div> </div> </div>

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