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Boris Pasternak - Definition of Creative Art
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With shirt wide open at the collar, 
Maned as Beethoven`s bust, it stands; 
Our conscience, dreams, the night and love, 
Are as chessmen covered by its hands. 

And one black king upon the board: 
In sadness and in rage, forthright 
It brings the day of doom.-Against 
The pawn it brings the mounted knight. 

In gardens where from icy spheres 
The stars lean tender, linger near, 
Tristan still sings, like a nightingale 
On Isolde`s vine, with trembling fear. 

The gardens, ponds, and fences, made pure 
By burning tears, and the whole great span, 
Creation-are only burst of passion 
Hoarded in the hearts of men.
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