Beneath the willow wound round with ivy
we take cover from the worst
of the storm, with a greatcoat round
our shoulders and my hands around your waist.
I've got it wrong. That isn't ivy
entwined in the bushes round
the wood, but hops. You intoxicate me!
Let's spread the greatcoat on the ground.
Hops
Boris Pasternak
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Poem topics: storm, cover, wrong, worst, beneath, spread, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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