Unique Days丨By Boris Pasternak丨Short poems

Poems 0143丨Unique Days丨By Boris Pasternak

Throughout the time of many winters
I recall each solstice and its days
Each day unique, unlike another,
Repeated new in countless ways.

Here gradually the days become
A trail of winter snow and hoar
Each day unique, so singular
That time appears to be no more.

I can recount them one by one:
The winter's halfway near its close.
The roads grow sodden, gutters drip.
The sun lies basking in the snows.

As in a dream, the lovers cling
Together in a long embrace;
High in the trees, in warmth again,
The starlings' cages sweat apace.

The arrows of the chiming clock
Now slower, half in slumber move;
Now longer than an age this day.
And longer my embrace of love.

选自：
"Boris Pasternak Poems" P. 299
Publishied by The Kent State University Press 1970
Translated by Eugene M.Kayden