The drowsy garden scatters insects
Bronze as the ash from braziers blown.
Level with me and with my candle,
Hang flowering worlds, their leaves full-grown.
As into some unheard-of dogma
I move across into this night,
Where a worn poplar age has grizzled
Screens the moon's strip of fallow light,
Where the pond lies, an open secret,
Where apple bloom is surf and sigh,
And where the garden, a lake dwelling,
Holds out in front of it the sky.
The Drowsy Garden
Boris Pasternak
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Poem topics: light, moon, night, sky, apple, candle, level, secret, open, bloom, garden, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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