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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 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON EARLY TRAINS by BORIS LEONIDOVICH PASTERNAK THE PROXY by BORIS LEONIDOVICH PASTERNAK IN EVERYTHING I SEEK TO GRASP by BORIS LEONIDOVICH PASTERNAK DO NOT TOUCH by BORIS LEONIDOVICH PASTERNAK SUMMER DAY by BORIS LEONIDOVICH PASTERNAK WE'RE FEW by BORIS LEONIDOVICH PASTERNAK TO A FRIEND by BORIS LEONIDOVICH PASTERNAK OUT OF SUPERSTITION by BORIS LEONIDOVICH PASTERNAK IMPROVISATION by BORIS LEONIDOVICH PASTERNAK |
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