It's spring, I leave a street where poplars are astonished, <br />Where distance is alarmed and the house fears it may fall. <br />Where air is blue just like the linen bundle <br />A discharged patient takes from hospital, <br /> <br />Where dusk is empty, like a broken tale, <br />Abandoned by a star, without conclusion, <br />So that expressionless, unfathomable, <br />A thousand clamouring eyes are in confusion.<br /><br />Boris Pasternak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-spring-i-leave-a-street-where-poplars/
