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Boris Pasternak - JulyBoris Pasternak - July
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A ghost is roaming through the building, And shadows in the attic browse; Persistently intent on mischief A goblin roams about the house. He gets into your way, he fusses, You hear his footsteps overhead, He tears the napkin off the table And creeps in slippers to the bed. With feet unwiped he rushes headlong On gusts of draught into the hall And whirls the curtain, like a dancer, Towards the ceiling, up the wall. Who is this silly mischief-maker, This phantom and this double-face? He is our guest, our summer lodger, Who spends with us his holidays. Our house is taken in possession By him, while he enjoys a rest. July, with summer air and thunder- He is our temporary guest. July, who scatters from his pockets The fluff of blow-balls in a cloud, Who enters through the open window, Who chatters to himself aloud, Unkempt, untidy, absent-minded, Soaked through with smell of dill and rye, With linden-blossom, grass and beet-leaves, The meadow-scented month July.
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