My boat throbbed in the drowsy depths, <br />willows bowed, kissing collarbones, <br />elbows and rowlocks – oh wait, yes, <br />all of this might happen to anyone! <br /> <br />Isn’t it all just trivial…a singing. <br />Isn’t its meaning – the lilac petals on <br />water, camomile’s sensuous sinking <br />lip on lip, into starry extinction! <br /> <br />Isn’t its meaning – clasping the sky, <br />arms embracing mighty Hercules, <br />isn’t its meaning – for endless lives, <br />squandering on nightingales your glory!<br /><br />Boris Pasternak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crossed-oars/
