<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352775" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Steppe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How lovely those journeys into quiet!<br>Boundless the steppe, like a seascape,<br>ants rustle, and the feather-grass sighs,<br>mosquitoes go whining through space.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hayricks line up with the clouds,<br>volcano after volcano, they fade.<br>Grown silent, damp, the boundless steppe,<br>you drift, you’re buffeted, you sway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mist overtakes us, washes, a sea,<br>and burrs are clinging to stockings, today<br>it’s lovely to tramp the steppe’s shore,<br>you drift, you’re buffeted, you sway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is that a rick in the mist? Who knows?<br>Is that one ours? Yes, it’s found.<br>There! Yes, that’s it all right, though.<br>The rick, and the mist, and the steppe all round.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the Milky Way slants towards Kerch,<br>like a path that cattle have stamped on.<br>Go past the houses, you’ll lose your breath,<br>on every side, broad, broad horizons.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shadowy midnight stands by the way,<br>strewn with stars, that touch every verst,<br>and you can’t cross it, beyond the fence,<br>without trampling the universe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When did the stars sweep down so low,<br>midnight sink so deep in tall grass,<br>and drenched muslin, afraid, aglow,<br>long for a dénouement at last?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let the steppe judge, and night decide.<br>When, if not in the Beginning,<br>did Mosquitoes whine, Ants ride,<br>and Burrs go clinging to stockings?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Close them, my darling! Or go blind!<br>The whole steppe’s as before the Fall:<br>All, drowned in peace, like a parachute,<br>like a heaving vision, All.</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=352775" data-title="The Steppe de Boris Pasternak" data-description="How lovely those journeys into quiet! Boundless the steppe, like a seascape, ants rustle, and the feather-grass sighs, mosquitoes go whining through space. The hayricks line up with the clouds, volcano after volcano, they fade. Grown silent, damp..."></div> </div> </div>

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