Stars were racing; waves were washing headlands. <br />Salt went blind, and tears were slowly drying. <br />Darkened were the bedrooms; thoughts were racing, <br />And the Sphinx was listening to the desert. <br /> <br />Candles swam. It seemed that the Colossus' <br />Blood grew cold; upon his lips was spreading <br />The blue shadow smile of the Sahara. <br />With the turning tide the night was waning. <br /> <br />Sea-breeze from Morocco touched the water. <br />Simooms blew. In snowdrifts snored Archangel. <br />Candles swam; the rough draft of 'The Prophet' <br />Slowly dried, and dawn broke on the Ganges.<br /><br />Boris Pasternak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stars-were-racing/
