Crossed Oars

by Boris Pasternak

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!

Last updated January 14, 2019