The snow will dust the roadway,
And load the roofs still more.
I’ll stretch my legs a little:
You’re there outside the door.
Autumn, not winter coat,
Hat-none, galoshes-none.
You struggle with excitement
Out there all on your own.
Far, far into the darkness
Fences and trees withdraw.
You stand there on the corner,
Under the falling snow.
The water trickles down from
The kerchief that you wear
Into your sleeves, while dewdrops
Shine sparkling in your hair.
And now illumined by
A single strand of light
Are features, kerchief, figure
And coat of autumn cut.
There’s wet snow on your lashes
And in your eyes, distress,
And your external image
Is all, all of apiece.
As if an iron point
With truly consummate art,
Dipped into antimony,
Had scribed you on my heart.
Those modest, humble features
Are in it now to stay,
And if the world’s cruel-hearted,
That’s merely by the way.
And therefore it is doubled,
All this night in snow;
To draw frontiers between us
Is more than I can do.
But who are we and whence,
If, of those years gone by,
Scandal alone remains
And we have ceased to be.
(Boris Pasternak)
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