Beloved, with the spent and sickly fumes
Of rumour’s cinders all the air is filled,
But you are the engrossing lexicon
Of fame mysterious and unrevealed,
And fame it is the soil’s strong pull.
Would that I more erect were sprung!
But even so I shall be called
The native son of my own native tongue.
The poets’ age no longer sets their rhyme,
Now, in the sweep of country plots and roads,
Lermontov is rhymed with summertime,
And Pushkin rhymes with geese and snow.
And my wish is that when we die,
Our circle closed, and hence depart,
We shall be set in closer rhyme
Than binds the auricle and the heart.
And may our harmony unified
Some listener’s muffled ear caress
With all that we do now imbibe,
And shall draw in through mouths of grass.
(Boris Pasternak)
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