Here you will find the Poem A Dream of poet Boris Pasternak
I dreamt of autumn in the window's twilight, And you, a tipsy jesters' throng amidst. ' And like a falcon, having stooped to slaughter, My heart returned to settle on your wrist. But time went on, grew old and deaf. Like thawing Soft ice old silk decayed on easy chairs. A bloated sunset from the garden painted The glass with bloody red September tears. But time grew old and deaf. And you, the loud one, Quite suddenly were still. This broke a spell. The dreaming ceased at once, as though in answer To an abruptly silenced bell. And I awakened. Dismal as the autumn The dawn was dark. A stronger wind arose To chase the racing birchtrees on the skyline, As from a running cart the streams of straws.
