Boris Pasternak

Here you will find the Poem Crossed Oars of poet Boris Pasternak

Crossed Oars

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!