I have allowed my family to scatter, <br />All those who were my dearest to depart, <br />And once again an age-long loneliness <br />Comes in to fill all nature and my heart. <br /> <br />Alone this cottage shelters me and you: <br />The wood is an unpeopled wilderness <br />And ways and footpaths wear, as in the song. <br />Weeds almost overgrowing each recess; <br /> <br />And where we sit together by ourselves <br />The log walls gaze upon us mournfully. <br />We gave no promise to leap obstacles, <br />We shall yet face our end with honesty. <br /> <br />At one we'll sit, at three again we'll rise, <br />My book with me, your sewing in your hand, <br />Nor with the dawning shall we realize <br />When all our kissing shall have had an end. <br /> <br />You leaves, more richly and more recklessly <br />Rustle your dresses, spill yourselves away, <br />And fill a past day's cup of bitterness <br />Still higher with the anguish of today! <br /> <br />All this delight, devotion and desire! <br />We'll fling ourselves into September's riot! <br />Immure yourself within the autumn's rustle <br />Entirely: go crazy, or be quiet! <br /> <br />How when you fall into my gentle arms <br />Enrobed in that silk-tasselled dressing gown <br />You shake the dress you wear away from you <br />As only coppices shake their leaves down!- <br /> <br />You are the blessing on my baneful way, <br />When life has depths worse than disease can reach, <br />And courage is the only root of beauty, <br />And it is this that draws us each to each.<br /><br />Boris Pasternak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-105/
