(10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)

poet Boris Pasternak
#196 on top 500 poets
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Intoxication

Under osiers with ivy ingrown
We are trying to hide from bad weather.
I am clasping your arms in my own,
In one cloak we are huddled together.

I was wrong. Not with ivy-leaves bound,
But with hops overgrown is the willow.
Well then, let us spread out on the ground
This our cloak as a sheet and a pillow.

Submitted: Saturday, April 03, 2010

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