You are disappointed? You thought that in peace we <br />Would part to the sound of a requiem, a swan-song? <br />You counted on grief, with your pupils dilated, <br />Their invincibility trying in tears on? <br /> <br />At the mass from the vaults then the murals had crumbled, <br />By the play on the lips of Sebastian shaken… <br />But tonight to my hatred all seems drawn-out dawdling, <br />What a pity there is not a whip for my hatred! <br /> <br />In darkness, collecting its wits instantaneously, <br />It knew without thinking: it would plough it over- <br />That it's time; that a suicide would be superfluous; <br />That this too would have been of a tortoise-like slowness.<br /><br />Boris Pasternak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-are-disappointed-you-thought/
