A click of window glass had roused me
Out of my sleep at early dawn.
Beneath me Venice swam in water;
A sodden pretzel made of stone.
I was all quiet now; however,
While still asleep, I heard a cry –
And like a sign that had been silenced
It still disturbed the morning sky.
It hung – a trident of the Scorpion –
Above the sleeping mandolins
And had been uttered by an angry
Insulted woman’s voice, maybe.
Now it was silent. To the handle
Its fork was stuck in morning haze.
The Grand Canal, obliquely grinning
Kept looking back – a runaway
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Reality was born of dream-shreds
Far off, among the hired boats.
Like a Venetian woman, Venice
Dived from the bank to glide afloat.
(Boris Pasternak)
More Poetry from Boris Pasternak:
Boris Pasternak Poems based on Topics: Water, Sleep, Cry, Sign & Symbol, Morning, Woman, Sleeping, Reality, Anger- The Wind(Four fragments concerning Blok) (Boris Pasternak Poems)
- Black spring! Pick up your pen, and weeping... (Boris Pasternak Poems)
- Fairy Tale (Boris Pasternak Poems)
- 1918 (Boris Pasternak Poems)
- Wet Paint (Boris Pasternak Poems)
- From A Poem (Boris Pasternak Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Cry Poems, Sleep Poems, Morning Poems, Woman Poems, Water Poems, Anger Poems, Sign & Symbol Poems, Sleeping Poems, Reality PoemsBased on Keywords: obliquely, venetian, trident, insulted, runaway, mandolins, pretzel