Like seeds of griddle charcoal golden,
The beetles spill from grove's embrace.
The blooming galaxies are holding
With me, my candle face to face.
As a belief, a faith prevailing,
I hence adopt this night in June,
The weather-beaten poplar veiling
The boundaries of the moon,
The pond's ripple as revelation,
The apple orchard gossip's tide,
The garden's hovered elevation
With heavens' heaviness allied.
Original: slova.org.ru/pasternak/kakbronzovoj/
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