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Boris Pasternak - Hops
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	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.

                                             translated from the Russian by 
	                                            Jon Stallworthy and Peter France
	 
	 
	 
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