Cattle through and bucket,
confusion since dawn.
Rain squalls at sunset.
Damp evening coming on.
Tears choked down by dark sighs
in the dark hours before day.
A locomotive calling
from sixteen verst away
And early twilight
in backyard and garde.
And all thos breakages...
september's here again.
By day the breadth of autumn,
is scissored by the shriek
of heartstruck anguish.
From the churchyard by the creek.
And when the widow's sobbing
is carned along the bank.
My heart goes out to her
and I see death point-blank.
I see from the hallwindow.
Today as every year.
My long delayed last day.
At last arriving here.
And clearing a way.
Downhill through horrible
decaying yellow leaves.
Winter stares at my skull.
[Words by Boris Pasternak]
confusion since dawn.
Rain squalls at sunset.
Damp evening coming on.
Tears choked down by dark sighs
in the dark hours before day.
A locomotive calling
from sixteen verst away
And early twilight
in backyard and garde.
And all thos breakages...
september's here again.
By day the breadth of autumn,
is scissored by the shriek
of heartstruck anguish.
From the churchyard by the creek.
And when the widow's sobbing
is carned along the bank.
My heart goes out to her
and I see death point-blank.
I see from the hallwindow.
Today as every year.
My long delayed last day.
At last arriving here.
And clearing a way.
Downhill through horrible
decaying yellow leaves.
Winter stares at my skull.
[Words by Boris Pasternak]