So they begin. With two years gone <br />From nurse to countless tunes they scuttle. <br />They chirp and whistle. Then comes on <br />The third year, and they start to prattle. <br /> <br />So they begin to see and know. <br />In din of started turbines roaring <br />Mother seems not their mother now, <br />And you not you, and home is foreign. <br /> <br />What meaning has the menacing <br />Beauty beneath the lilac seated, <br />If to steal children's not the thing? <br />So first they fear that they are cheated. <br /> <br />So ripen fears. Can he endure <br />A star to beat him in successes, <br />When he's a Faust, a sorcerer? <br />So first his gipsy life progresses. <br /> <br />So from the fence where home should lie <br />In flight above are found to hover <br />Seas unexpected as a sigh. <br />So first iambics they discover. <br /> <br />So summer nights fall down and pray <br />'Thy will be done' where oats are sprouting, <br />And menace with your eyes the day. <br />So with the sun they start disputing. <br /> <br />So verses start them on their way.<br /><br />Boris Pasternak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-they-begin-with-two-years-gone/
