It's spring, I leave a street where poplars are astonished,
Where distance is alarmed and the house fears it may fall.
Where air is blue just like the linen bundle
A discharged patient takes from hospital,
Where dusk is empty, like a broken tale,
Abandoned by a star, without conclusion,
So that expressionless, unfathomable,
A thousand clamouring eyes are in confusion.
It's Spring, I Leave A Street Where Poplars...
Boris Pasternak
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Poem topics: house, spring, star, blue, street, confusion, broken, hospital, conclusion, distance, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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