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The drowsy garden scatters insects Bronze as the ash from braziers blown. Level with me and with my candle, Hang flowering worlds, their leaves full-grown. As into some unheard-of dogma I move across into this night, Where a worn poplar age has grizzled Screens the moon's strip of fallow light, Where the pond lies, an open secret, Where apple-bloom is surf and sigh, And where the garden, a lake-dwelling, Holds out in front of it the sky | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEFINITION OF CREATIVENESS by BORIS LEONIDOVICH PASTERNAK ON EARLY TRAINS by BORIS LEONIDOVICH PASTERNAK THE PROXY by BORIS LEONIDOVICH PASTERNAK WE'RE FEW by BORIS LEONIDOVICH PASTERNAK DO NOT TOUCH by BORIS LEONIDOVICH PASTERNAK IMPROVISATION by BORIS LEONIDOVICH PASTERNAK OUT OF SUPERSTITION by BORIS LEONIDOVICH PASTERNAK SUMMER DAY by BORIS LEONIDOVICH PASTERNAK TO A FRIEND by BORIS LEONIDOVICH PASTERNAK WAVES: 1 by BORIS LEONIDOVICH PASTERNAK |
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