Boris Pasternak — Winter's night

Blizzards were blowing everywhere 

Throughout the land. 

A candle burned upon the table, 

A candle burned. 

As midgets in the summer fly 

Towards a flame, 

The snowflakes from the yard swarmed to 

The window pane. 

And, on the glass, bright snowy rings 

And arrows formed. 

A candle burned upon the table, 

A candle burned. 

And on the white illumined ceiling 

Shadow were cast, 

As arms and legs and destinies 

Fatefully crossed. 

Two slippers fell on to the floor 

With a light sound, 

And waxen tears dripped from the candle 

On to a gown. 

No object in the misty whiteness 

Could be discerned. 

A candle burned upon the table, 

A candle burned. 

A mild draught coming from the corner 

Blew on the candle, 

Seduction's heat raised two wings crosswise 

As might an angel. 

It snowed and snowed that February 

All through the land. 

A candle burned upon the table, 

A candle burned.