The swifts have no strength any more to retain,
To check the light-blue evening coolness.
It burst from their breasts, from their throats, under strain
And flows out of hand in its fullness.
There is not a thing that could stop them, up there,
From shrilly, exultedly crying,
Exclaiming: The earth has made off to nowhere,
O look! It has vanished – O triumph!
As cauldrons of water are ended in steam
When quarrelsome bubbles are rising –
Look – there is no room for the earth – from the seam
Of the gorge to the drawn-out horizon!
(Boris Pasternak)
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