The garden scatters burnt-up beetles
Like brazen ash, from braziers burst.
I witness, by my lighted candle,
A newly blossomed universe.
And like a not yet known religion
I enter this unheard of night,
In which the shabbily-grey poplar
Has curtained off the lunar light.
The pond is a presented secret.
Oh, whispers of the appletree!
The garden hangs-a pile construction,
And holds the sky in front of me.
The Garden Scatters Burnt-up Beetles...
Boris Pasternak
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Poem topics: light, night, sky, religion, candle, secret, universe, garden, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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