Here you will find the Poem Crossed Oars of poet Boris Pasternak
My boat throbbed in the drowsy depths, willows bowed, kissing collarbones, elbows and rowlocks ? oh wait, yes, all of this might happen to anyone! Isn?t it all just trivial?a singing. Isn?t its meaning ? the lilac petals on water, camomile?s sensuous sinking lip on lip, into starry extinction! Isn?t its meaning ? clasping the sky, arms embracing mighty Hercules, isn?t its meaning ? for endless lives, squandering on nightingales your glory!