Lilac - Pasternak

put, humming hive,
And buried in the garden concoctions,
And back straw chairs,
And black beans horseflies.
And suddenly declared holidays,
And throw things everywhere:
Distant youth in the cells,
Gray lilac blossom!
Already somewhere carts and summer,
And the thunder unlocks bushes,
And the rain enters the cassette
rebuild beauty.
And almost fills the wagon
Booming set air,
Purple buildings in wax,
Before getting up clouds, floats.
And the clouds play in the burner,
And we heard a senior,
What should be in a bowl of lilacs
Way to settle and drain.

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