My sister – Life’s overflowing today, <br />spring rain shattering itself like glass, <br />but people with monocles still complain, <br />and sting, politely, like snakes in the grass. <br /> <br />The elders have their logic of course, <br />certainly yours is foolish, no doubt: <br />that eyes and lawns glow lilac in storms, <br />and sweet perfume blows from the south. <br /> <br />That in May, when traveling you see <br />the timetable on the Kamyshin line, <br />the Bible’s penned no less magnificently, <br />while in reading it you’re mesmerised. <br /> <br />That sunset has only to show a village, <br />girls crowding the track as we flee, <br />and I find that it’s not my stop today, <br />the sun offering its sympathy. <br /> <br />With three splashes the bell swims by, <br />‘Sorry, not here’: its apology’s far. <br />Burning night seeps under the blind, <br />the steppe plunges, from step to star. <br /> <br />Winking, blinking, sweetly somewhere, <br />my love, a fata-morgana, sleeps yet, <br />while, like my heart, splashed on platforms there, <br />the carriage throws window-light over the steppe.<br /><br />Boris Pasternak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-sister-life-s-overflowing-today/
