Lilac – Boris Pasternak

put, beehive hum,
And the garden is drowning in concoction,
And the backs of thatched chairs,
And black grains of horseflies.
And suddenly rest is announced,
And everywhere they drop things:
Distant youth in honeycombs,
The gray lilac bloomed!
Somewhere carts and summer,
And the thunder unlocks the bushes,
And the downpour rolls into the cassettes
Rebuilt beauty.
And the cart fills a little
Rolling air vault,
Lilac wax building,
Get up to the cloud, floats.
And the clouds are playing burners,
And the elder's speech is heard,
What do you need lilacs in a plate
By settling and draining.

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