A tall, strapping shot, you, considerate hunter, <br />Phantom with gun at the flood of my soul, <br />Do not destroy me now as a traitor, <br />As fodder for feeling, crumbled up small! <br /> <br />Grant me destruction rising and soaring, <br />Dress me at night in the willow and ice. <br />Start me, I pray, from the reeds in the morning, <br />Finish me off with one shot in my flight, <br /> <br />And for this lofty and resonant parting <br />Thank you. Forgive me, I kiss you, oh hands <br />Of my neglected, my disregarded <br />Homeland, my diffidence, family, friends.<br /><br />Boris Pasternak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tall-strapping-shot-you-considerate-hunter/
