The Steppe (Boris Pasternak Poems)
How lovely those journeys into quiet!Boundless the steppe, like a seascape,ants rustle, and the feather-grass sighs,mosquitoes go whining through space. ...
How lovely those journeys into quiet!Boundless the steppe, like a seascape,ants rustle, and the feather-grass sighs,mosquitoes go whining through space. ...
By a cliff a golden cloud once lingered; On his breast it slept… From the swing, from the garden, helter-skelter, ...
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