Winter Night

Boris Pasternak

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It snowed and snowed ,the whole world over,
Snow swept the world from end to end.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.

As during summer midges swarm
To beat their wings against a flame
Out in the yard the snowflakes swarmed
To beat against the window pane

The blizzard sculptured on the glass
Designs of arrows and of whorls.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.

Distorted shadows fell
Upon the lighted ceiling:
Shadows of crossed arms,of crossed legs-
Of crossed destiny.

Two tiny shoes fell to the floor
And thudded.
A candle on a nightstand shed wax tears
Upon a dress.

All things vanished within
The snowy murk-white,hoary.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.

A corner draft fluttered the flame
And the white fever of temptation
Upswept its angel wings that cast
A cruciform shadow

It snowed hard throughout the month
Of February, and almost constantly
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.

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  • kendraboulger07

    Just read "Winter Night" by Boris Pasternak. The poem didn't really resonate with me, to be honest. I mean, sure, the imagery of "A candle burned on the table" repeating throughout the poem created a certain mood, I guess, but overall didn't really engage me. Snow, a candle... It felt a bit mundane. Pasternak's style here is just not my cup of tea.