I would go home again—to rooms <br />With sadness large at eventide, <br />Go in, take off my overcoat, <br />And in the light of streets outside <br /> <br />Take cheer. I'll pass the thin partitions <br />Right through; yes, like a beam I'll pass, <br />As image blends into an image, <br />As one mass splits another mass. <br /> <br />Let all abiding mooted problems <br />Deep rooted in our fortunes seem <br />To some a sedentary habit; <br />But still at home I brood and dream. <br /> <br />Again the trees and houses breathe <br />Their old refrain and fragrant air. <br />Again to right and left old winter <br />Sets up her household everywhere. <br /> <br />Again by dinner time the dark <br />Comes suddenly—to blind, to scare, <br />To teach the narrow lanes and alleys <br />She'll fool them if they don't take care. <br /> <br />Again, though weak my heart, O Moscow, <br />I listen, and in words compose <br />The way you smoke, the way you rise, <br />The way your great construction goes. <br /> <br />And so I take you as my harness <br />For the sake of raging days to be, <br />That you may know our past by heart <br />And like a poem remember me.<br /><br />Boris Pasternak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-would-go-home-again-to-rooms/
