I am no more but you live on,
And the wind, whining and complaining,
Is shaking house and forest, straining
Not single fir trees one by one
But the whole wood, all trees together,
With all the distance far and wide,
Like sail-less yachts in stormy weather
When moored within a bay they lie.
And this not out of wanton pride
Or fury bent on aimless wronging,
But to provide a lullaby
For you with words of grief and longing,
Wind
Boris Pasternak
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Poem topics: grief, house, pride, together, weather, wind, wide, single, live, distance, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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