Poem of the Day , 2 - 16
Here a riddle has drawn a strange nailmark
by Boris Pasternak
Here a riddle has drawn a strange nailmark . To sleep now !
I ' ll reread , understand with the light of the sun ,
But until I am wakened , to touch the beloved
As I do has been given to none .
How I touched you ! So touched were you even by the copper
Of my lips , as an audience is touched by a play ,
And the kiss was like summer ; it lingered and lingered ,
Only later the thunderstorm came .
And I drank in long draughts , like the birds , half - unconscious .
The stars trickle slowly through the throat to the crop ,
While the nightingales roll up their eyes in a shudder
From the firmament draining the night drop by drop .
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" So my friend you ' re gonna be alright . Seems like it ' s all uphill , and that ' s the only way to get high ." -- Grace Slick
Here a riddle has drawn a strange nailmark
by Boris Pasternak
Here a riddle has drawn a strange nailmark . To sleep now !
I ' ll reread , understand with the light of the sun ,
But until I am wakened , to touch the beloved
As I do has been given to none .
How I touched you ! So touched were you even by the copper
Of my lips , as an audience is touched by a play ,
And the kiss was like summer ; it lingered and lingered ,
Only later the thunderstorm came .
And I drank in long draughts , like the birds , half - unconscious .
The stars trickle slowly through the throat to the crop ,
While the nightingales roll up their eyes in a shudder
From the firmament draining the night drop by drop .
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" So my friend you ' re gonna be alright . Seems like it ' s all uphill , and that ' s the only way to get high ." -- Grace Slick