My boat throbbed in the drowsy depths,
willows bowed, kissing collarbones,
elbows and rowlocks - oh wait, yes,
all of this might happen to anyone!
Isn-t it all just trivial...a singing.
Isn-t its meaning - the lilac petals on
water, camomile-s sensuous sinking
lip on lip, into starry extinction!
Isn-t its meaning - clasping the sky,
arms embracing mighty Hercules,
isn-t its meaning - for endless lives,
squandering on nightingales your glory!
Crossed Oars
Boris Pasternak
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