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Boris Pasternak - Thunderstorm
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After this the halt and summer 
Parted company; and taking 
Off his cap at night the thunder
Took a hundred blinding stills. 

Lilac clusters faded; plucking 
Off an armful of new lightnings, 
From the field he tried to throw them 
At the mansion in the hills. 

And when waves of evil laughter 
Rolled along the iron roofing 
And, like charcoal on a drawing, 
Showers thundered on the fence, 

Then the crumbling mind began to 
Blink; it seemed it would be floodlit 
Even in those distant comers 
Where the light is now intense.
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