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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=352726" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In the Wood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=352726" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Blurred by a lilac heat, the meadows:<br>in the wood, cathedral shadows swirled.<br>What on earth was left for them to kiss? So<br>like wax, soft in the fingers, theirs, the world.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=352726" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There’s a dream – you do not sleep, you only<br>dream you long for sleep: someone’s dozing,<br>two black suns are beating under eyelids,<br>burning eyelashes, while he’s slumbering.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=352726" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Sunbeams play. Iridescent beetles flow by,<br>dragon-flies’ glass skims over his cheek.<br>With tiny scintillations, the wood’s alive,<br>like those the clockmakers’ tweezers seek.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=352726" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It seems he slept to the tick of figures,<br>while in acid, amber ether, over his head,<br>the hands of a carefully tested clock quiver,<br>regulated precisely by tremors of heat.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=352726" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">They calibrate, they shake the pines,<br>scatter the shadow, exhaust and pierce<br>the darkness of timber raised up high,<br>in the day’s fatigue, on the blue clock-face.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=352726" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It seems a primal happiness was setting,<br>it seems the wood was sunk in sunlit dream.<br>Happy folk don’t spend time clock-watching,<br>but this pair were only sleeping, it seems.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Boris+Pasternak">Boris Pasternak</a></strong></div>

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