Wild Vines - Boris Pasternak

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Beneath a willow entwined with ivy, we look for shelter from the bad weather; one raincoat covers both our shoulders - my fingers rustle like the wild vine around your breasts. I am wrong. The rain's stopped. Not ivy, but the hair of Dionysus hangs from these willows. What am I to do? Throw the raincoat under us!

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