Parting - Boris Pasternak
A man is standing in the hall His house not recognizing. Her sudden leaving was a flight, Herself, maybe, surprising. The chaos reigning in the room He does not try to master. His tears and headache hide in gloom The extent of his disaster. His ears are ringing all day long As though he has been drinking. And why is it that all the time Of waves he keeps on thinking? When frosty window-panes blank...