Winter Night

It snowed and snowed ,the whole world over,
Snow swept the world from end to end.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.

As during summer midges swarm
To beat their wings against a flame
Out in the yard the snowflakes swarmed
To beat against the window pane

The blizzard sculptured on the glass
Designs of arrows and of whorls.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.

Distorted shadows fell
Upon the lighted ceiling:
Shadows of crossed arms,of crossed legs-
Of crossed destiny.

Two tiny shoes fell to the floor
And thudded.
A candle on a nightstand shed wax tears
Upon a dress.

All things vanished within
The snowy murk-white,hoary.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.

A corner draft fluttered the flame
And the white fever of temptation
Upswept its angel wings that cast
A cruciform shadow

It snowed hard throughout the month
Of February, and almost constantly
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.

by Boris Pasternak

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Comments (21)

Division of families is inevitable when siblings don't get along; certain things can't be helped, really. It's just a matter of things taking their own natural course, like so many other things...
Mary, I have been away for about three years with some health issues and family matters. Before I left, you had written several comments on my poems, but I had not the time or inclination to corespond with you then. Now I find you are out of touch. I like your poem, A Family Divided, very much. You tell a good story, with valid feelings and a worthy mressage. Your rythmic meter, style, and rhyming patterns are akin to what I use. I so looked forward to communicating with you on return to these boards. But now you're gone. But I'll keep looking for you. Meanwhile, I'll take the time to read your wonderfu porms that I overlooked before, all two hundred and some. Frank Gardner
Mary, this is a wonderful poem. You state your feelings so well. I hpe those for who it was intended appreciate as I do.
Dear Mary, the first poem of yours I have read, and it is a stunner. Great write Love from David
Wow, Mary... this is a great poem. The ending exclamated the point brilliantly. Brian
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