Here you will find thePoemUnique Daysof poet Boris Pasternak
How I remember solstice days Through many winters long completed! Each unrepeatable, unique, And each one countless times repeated. Of all these days, these only days, When one rejoiced in the impression That time had stopped, there grew in years An unforgettable succession. Each one of them I can evoke. The year is to midwinter moving, The roofs are dripping, roads are soaked, And on the ice the sun is brooding. Then lovers hastily are drawn To one another, vague and dreaming, And in the heat, upon a tree The sweating nesting-box is steaming. And sleepy clock-hands laze away The clockface wearily ascending. Eternal, endless is the day, And the embrace is never-ending.
