Thin as hair are the shadows of sunset <br />When they follow drawn-out every tree. <br />On the road through the forest the post-girl <br />Hands a parcel and letters to me. <br /> <br />By the trail of the cats and the foxes, <br />By the foxes' and by the cats' trail, <br />I return with a bundle of letters <br />To the house where my joy will prevail. <br /> <br />Countries, continents, isthmuses, frontiers, <br />Lakes and mountains, discussions and news, <br />Children, grown-ups, old folk, adolescents, <br />Appreciations, reports and reviews. <br /> <br />0 respected and masculine letters! <br />All of you, none excepted, have brought <br />A display of intelligent logic <br />Underneath a dry statement of thought. <br /> <br />Precious, treasured epistles of women! <br />Why, I also fell down from a cloud. <br />And eternally now and for ever <br />To be yours I have solemnly vowed. <br /> <br />Well and you, stamp-collectors, if even <br />Only one fleeting moment you had <br />Among us, what a marvellous present <br />You would find in my sorrowful stead!<br /><br />Boris Pasternak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-s-world-3/
