<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352759" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Spring (Fragment 3)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it only dirt you notice? <br>Does the thaw not catch your glance? <br>As a dapple-grey fine stallion <br>Does it not through ditches dance? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it only birds that chatter <br>In the blueness of the skies, <br>Sipping through the straws of sunrays <br>Lemon liturgies on ice? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only look, and you will see it: <br>From the rooftops to the ground <br>Moscow, all day long, like Kitezh <br>Lies, in light-blue water drowned. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why are all the roofs transparent <br>And the colours crystal-bright? <br>Bricks like rushes gently swaying, <br>Mornings rush into the night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a bog the town is swampy <br>And the scabs of snow are rare.<br>February, like saturated <br>Cottonwool in spirits, flares. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This white flame wears out the garrets, <br>And the air, in the oblique <br>Interplace of twigs and birds, is <br>Naked, weightless and unique. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In such days the crowds of people <br>Knock you down; you are unknown, <br>Nameless; and your girl is with them, <br>But you, too, are not alone.</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=352759" data-title="Spring (Fragment 3) de Boris Pasternak" data-description="Is it only dirt you notice? Does the thaw not catch your glance? As a dapple-grey fine stallion Does it not through ditches dance? Is it only birds that chatter In the blueness of the skies, Sipping through the straws of sunrays Lemon litu..."></div> </div> </div>

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