Boris Pasternak – Roosters
Gustav Klimt, Garden path with chickens, 1916 Nightlong the water labored breathlessly. Till morning came, the rain burned linseed oil. Now vapor from beneath the lilac lid pours forth: earth steams like shchee that’s near the boil. And when the grass, shaking itself, leaps up, oh, who will tell the dew how scared I am …