from apres moi

Author: Boris Pasternak
Introduction:
The first stanza of this poem appears in it's original Russian in Regina Spektor's song: Apres Moi

February. Get ink, shed tears.
Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,
While torrential slush that roars
Burns in the blackness of the spring.

Go hire a buggy. For siz grivnas,
Race through the noise of bells and wheels
To where the ink and all your grieving
Are muffled when the rainshower falls.

To where, like pears burnt black as charcoal,
A pyriad rooks, plucked from the trees,
Fall down into the puddles, hurl
Dry sadness deep into the eyes.

Below, the wet black earth shows through,
With sudded cries the wind is pitted,
The more haphazard, the more true
The poetry that sobs its heart out.