Here a riddle has drawn a strange nailmark. To sleep now! <br />I'll reread, understand with the light of the sun, <br />But until I am wakened, to touch the beloved <br />As I do has been given to none. <br /> <br />How I touched you! So touched were you even by the copper <br />Of my lips, as an audience is touched by a play, <br />And the kiss was like summer; it lingered and lingered, <br />Only later the thunderstorm came. <br /> <br />And I drank in long draughts, like the birds, half-unconscious. <br />The stars trickle slowly through the throat to the crop, <br />While the nightingales roll up their eyes in a shudder <br />From the firmament draining the night drop by drop.<br /><br />Boris Pasternak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-a-riddle-has-drawn-a-strange-nailmark/
