*This is a poem by Boris Pasternak (a russian poet) that I've translated into english.
During the lengthy winter terms
The days of equinox I’ve greeted
And each was peerless in its forms
And endlessly each day repeated
A sequence file made of them
A bit by bit, would slowly mold--
Those solitary days, just when
The time completely comes to halt.
And each one now I recollect -
The winter is halfway completed
And roofs are leaking roads are wet,
Upon the ice, the sun is seated.
And lovers reach out to embrace
So eagerly, it seems they’re dreaming.
High in the trees, from sultry rays,
The starling-houses are steaming .
Half-sleeping hands are way too tired,
To endlessly turn 'round the face
And in a day, decades expire
And never ends the warm embrace.