Boris Pasternak
- In the Wood, by Cecil Maurice Bowra
A lilac heat was heavy on the meadow, /
High in the wood cathedral's darkness swelled. /
What in the world was left still for their kisses? /
It...
- In the Wood, by A. S. Kline
Blurred by a lilac heat, the meadows: /
in the wood, cathedral shadows swirled. /
What on earth was left for them to kiss? So /
like wax, soft i...
- In the Woods, by Robert Lowell
A lilac heat sickened the meadow; /
high in the wood, a cathedral’s sharp, nicked groins. /
No skeleton obstructed the bodies — /
all was ours, ...