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Winds
I have died.You live alone with woe.
Now stormwinds, keening and repining,
Rock house and pine trees to and fro-
Not tree by tree, but at one blow
All groves together intertwining
With the illimitable space.
Thus sailboats sheltered at their base
Are rocked by winds along a bay.
But not in senseless agitation
The stormwind rages day by day:
Alone of grief its lamentation
And for you its lullaby of desolation.
Boris Pasternak