Boris Pasternak - The shiv`ring piano, foaming at the mouthBoris Pasternak - The shiv`ring piano, foaming at the mouth
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The shiv`ring piano, foaming at the mouth,
Will wrench you by its ravings, discompose you.
"My darling," you will murmur. "No!" I`ll shout.
"To music?!" Yet can two be ever closer
Than in the dusk, while tossing vibrant chords
Into the fireplace, like journals, tome by tome?
Oh, understanding wonderful, just nod,
And you will know I do not claim to own
Your soul and body. You may go where`er
You want. To others. Werther has been written
Already. Death these days is in the air.
One opens up one`s veins much like a window.
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