vika, the graveyard poem is just a humorous piece for fun, if that's what you're asking about. Here's a poem you might like
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WINTER APPROACHES
by Boris Pasternak (1890-1960)
Winter approaches. And once again
The secret retreat of some bear
Will vanish under impassable mud
To a tearful child's despair.
Little huts will awaken in lakes
Refelcting their smoke like a path.
Encircled by autumn's cold slush,
Life-lovers will meet by the hearth.
Inhabitants of the stern North,
Whose roof is open to air,
'In this sign conquer' is written
On each inaccesible lair.
I love you, provincial retreats,
Off the map, off the road, past the farm.
The more thumbed and grubby the brook,
The greater for me its charm.
Slow lines of lumbering carts,
You spell out an alphabet leading
From meadow to meadow. Your pages
Were always my favorite reading.
And suddenly here it is written
Again, in the first snow -- the spidery
Cursive itlaic of sleigh runners --
A page like a piece of embroidery.
A silvery-haze October.
Pewter shine since the frosts began.
Autumnal twilight of Chekhov,
Tchaikovsky and Levitan.
©1943 by Boris Pasternak
