Хмель (Hops) by Boris Pasternak

 Beneath the willow, wound round with ivy,
 We take cover from the worst
 Of the storm, with a greatcoat round
 Our shoulders and my hands around your waist.
 
 I've got it wrong. That isn't ivy
 Entwined in the bushes round
 The wood, but hops. You intoxicate me!
 Let's spread the greatcoat on the ground.
 
 
 By  Бори́с Леони́дович Пастерна́к
 (Boris Leonidovich Pasternak)
 (1953)
 translated by Jon Stallworthy and Peter France 

This poem, along with a number of others, was featured in Pasternak’s novel Doctor Zhivago.

Here is a recital of the poem in Russian.

The original Russian version of the poem in Cyrillic text.

 Хмель

 Под ракитой, обвитой плющем,
От ненастья мы ищем защиты.
Наши плечи покрыты плащем,
Вкруг тебя мои руки обвиты.

Я ошибся. Кусты этих чащ
Не плющем перевиты, а хмелем.
Ну, так лучше давай этот плащ
В ширину под собою расстелим. 

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