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Boris Pasternak - With Oars at Rest
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A boat is beating in the breast of the lake. 
Willows hang over, tickling and kissing 
Neckline and knuckles and rowlocks-O wait, 
This could have happened to anyone, listen! 

This could be used in a song, to beguile. 
This then would mean-the ashes of lilac, 
Richness of dew-drenched and crushed camomile, 
Bartering lips for a start after twilight. 

This is-embracing the firmament; strong 
Hercules holding it, clasping still fonder. 
This then would mean-whole centuries long 
Fortunes for nightingales` singing to squander.
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