Quote by Boris Pasternak


Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.


Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching

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