Here you will find the Poem It's spring, I leave a street where poplars... of poet Boris Pasternak
It's spring, I leave a street where poplars are astonished, Where distance is alarmed and the house fears it may fall. Where air is blue just like the linen bundle A discharged patient takes from hospital, Where dusk is empty, like a broken tale, Abandoned by a star, without conclusion, So that expressionless, unfathomable, A thousand clamouring eyes are in confusion.
