Boris Pasternak

• Sparrow Hills, by Cecil Maurice Bowra
  Kisses on the breast, like water from a pitcher! / Not always, not ceaseless spurts the summer's well. / Nor shall we raise up the hurdy-gurdy's c...
• Sparrow Hills, by Frank Beck
  A breast kissed wet, as though under a shower! / But summer streams do not flow forever, / And we cannot stay on here night after night, / Raisi...
• Sparrow Hills, by A. S. Kline
  Breasts beneath kisses, as though under a tap! / Summer’s stream won’t run for ever. / We can’t pump out the accordion’s roar / night after nigh...
• Sparrow Hills, by Robert Lowell
  Like water pooling from a pitcher, my mouth on your nipples! / Not always. The summer well runs dry. / Not for long the dust of our stamping feet,...