It snowed and snowed ,the whole world over,
Snow swept the world from end to end.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.
As during summer midges swarm
To beat their wings against a flame
Out in the yard the snowflakes swarmed
To beat against the window pane
The blizzard sculptured on the glass
Designs of arrows and of whorls.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.
Distorted shadows fell
Upon the lighted ceiling:
Shadows of crossed arms,of crossed legs-
Of crossed destiny.
Two tiny shoes fell to the floor
And thudded.
A candle on a nightstand shed wax tears
Upon a dress.
All things vanished within
The snowy murk-white,hoary.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.
A corner draft fluttered the flame
And the white fever of temptation
Upswept its angel wings that cast
A cruciform shadow
It snowed hard throughout the month
Of February, and almost constantly
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.
Boris Pasternak (1890-1960)
photo: gb
I enjoyed reading this poem- The atmosphere is almost magical.
ReplyDeleteI had never read a poem bt Pasternak, but I like the "landscape" he writes with his words: wonderful tender images, almost caught and hidden by the snow, outside the window paines.
This is just beautiful!
CIAO
ANNA
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Hi Anna, yes, I felt the speciel atmosphere when I read it - and I thought this just fits for these days. We've really got some snow now!
ReplyDeleteAlthough I long for summer a landscape covered in snow is so beautiful and restful. I would like to drive through it in a sleigh with bells, swept in a warm long fur coat and with a nice horse in front! What do you say about that? ´)
It's so nice to hear from you.
Grethe ´)