Boris Pasternak
Meeting by Boris Pasternak

Meeting by Boris Pasternak

The snow will dust the roadway, And load the roofs still more. I'll stretch my legs a little: You're there outside the door. Autumn, not winter coat, Hat-none, ...

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Do Not Fret, Do Not Cry, Do Not Tax… by Boris Pasternak

Do Not Fret, Do Not Cry, Do Not Tax… by Boris Pasternak

Do not fret, do not cry, do not tax Your last strength, and your heart do not torture. You're alive, you're inside me, intact, As a buttress, a friend, an adventure. I've no ...

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‘like A Brazier’s Bronze Cinders,’ by Boris Pasternak

‘like A Brazier’s Bronze Cinders,’ by Boris Pasternak

Like a brazier’s bronze cinders, the sleepy garden’s beetles flowing. Level with me, and my candle, a flowering world is hanging. As if into unprecedented faith, I cross ...

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In Everything I Seek To Grasp… – Poem by Boris Pasternak

In Everything I Seek To Grasp… – Poem by Boris Pasternak

In everything I seek to grasp The fundamental: The daily choice, the daily task, The sentimental. To plumb the essence of the past, The first foundations, The crux, the ...

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The Spring-It Had Simply Been You by Boris Pasternak

The Spring-It Had Simply Been You by Boris Pasternak

The spring-it had simply been you, And so, to a certain extent, The summer; but autumn-this scandalous blue Of wallpaper? Rubbish and felt? They lead an old horse to the ...

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On A Fateful Day, An Unlucky Time by Boris Pasternak

On A Fateful Day, An Unlucky Time by Boris Pasternak

On a fateful day, an unlucky time, Unannounced, it may happen thus: Stifling, blacker still than a monastery Utter madness descends on us. Bitter frost. The night, as a ...

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You Are Disappointed? You Thought… by Boris Pasternak

You Are Disappointed? You Thought… by Boris Pasternak

You are disappointed? You thought that in peace we Would part to the sound of a requiem, a swan-song? You counted on grief, with your pupils dilated, Their invincibility trying ...

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I Would Go Home Again—to Rooms… by Boris Pasternak

I Would Go Home Again—to Rooms… by Boris Pasternak

I would go home again—to rooms With sadness large at eventide, Go in, take off my overcoat, And in the light of streets outside Take cheer. I'll pass the thin partitions ...

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A Dream by Boris Pasternak

A Dream by Boris Pasternak

I dreamt of autumn in the window's twilight, And you, a tipsy jesters' throng amidst. ' And like a falcon, having stooped to slaughter, My heart returned to settle on your wrist. ...

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August by Boris Pasternak

August by Boris Pasternak

This was its promise, held to faithfully:The early morning sun came in this wayUntil the angle of its saffron beamBetween the curtains and the sofa lay,And with its ochre heat it ...

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Craft by Boris Pasternak

Craft by Boris Pasternak

When, having finished, I shall move my armchair,The page will gasp, awakened from the strain.Delirious, she is half asleep at present,Obedient to suspense and to the rain.The ...

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March by Boris Pasternak

March by Boris Pasternak

The sun is hotter than the top ledge in a steam bath;The ravine, crazed, is rampaging below.Spring -- that corn-fed, husky milkmaid --Is busy at her chores with never a letup.The ...

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July by Boris Pasternak

July by Boris Pasternak

A ghost is roaming through the building,And shadows in the attic browse;Persistently intent on mischiefA goblin roams about the house.He gets into your way, he fusses,You hear his ...

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Hamlet by Boris Pasternak

Hamlet by Boris Pasternak

The murmurs ebb; onto the stage I enter.I am trying, standing in the door,To discover in the distant echoesWhat the coming years may hold in store.The nocturnal darkness with a ...

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Night by Boris Pasternak

Night by Boris Pasternak

The night proceeds and dwindlingPrepares the day's rebirth.An airman is ascendingAbove the sleeping earth.And almost disappearingIn cloud, a tiny spark,He now is like a ...

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Mary Magdalene Ii by Boris Pasternak

Mary Magdalene Ii by Boris Pasternak

People clean their homes before the feast.Stepping from the bustle of the streetI go down before Thee on my kneesAnd anoint with myrrh Thy holy feet.Groping round, I cannot find ...

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A Walts With A Tear In It by Boris Pasternak

A Walts With A Tear In It by Boris Pasternak

Ah, how I love it in these first few days,Fresh from the forest and out of the snow,Awkwardness obvious still in every bough,When every silver thread lazily swaysAnd every cone ...

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After The Interval by Boris Pasternak

After The Interval by Boris Pasternak

About three months ago, when firstUpon our open, unprotectedAnd freezing garden snowstorms burstIn sudden fury, I reflectedThat I would shut myself awayAnd in seclusion write a ...

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Autumn Frost by Boris Pasternak

Autumn Frost by Boris Pasternak

The morning sun shows like a pillarOf fire through smoke on frosty days.As on a faulty snap, it cannotMake out my features in the haze.The distant trees will hardly see meUntil ...

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It’s Spring, I Leave A Street Where Poplars… by Boris Pasternak

It’s Spring, I Leave A Street Where Poplars… by Boris Pasternak

It's spring, I leave a street where poplars are astonished,Where distance is alarmed and the house fears it may fall.Where air is blue just like the linen bundleA discharged ...

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Intoxication by Boris Pasternak

Intoxication by Boris Pasternak

Under osiers with ivy ingrownWe are trying to hide from bad weather.I am clasping your arms in my own,In one cloak we are huddled together.I was wrong. Not with ivy-leaves ...

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Hops by Boris Pasternak

Hops by Boris Pasternak

Beneath the willow wound round with ivywe take cover from the worstof the storm, with a greatcoat roundour shoulders and my hands around your waist.I've got it wrong. That isn't ...

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Autumn by Boris Pasternak

Autumn by Boris Pasternak

I have allowed my family to scatter,All those who were my dearest to depart,And once again an age-long lonelinessComes in to fill all nature and my heart.Alone this cottage ...

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Winter Sky by Boris Pasternak

Winter Sky by Boris Pasternak

Ice-chips plucked whole from the smoke,the past week’s stars all frozen in flight,Head over heels the skater’s club goes,clinking its rink with the peal of night.Step slow, ...

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Confession by Boris Pasternak

Confession by Boris Pasternak

Life returned with a cause-the waySome strange chance once interrupted it.Just as on that distant summer day,I am standing in the same old street.People are the same, and people's ...

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Definition Of Poetry by Boris Pasternak

Definition Of Poetry by Boris Pasternak

It's a whistle blown ripe in a trice, It's the cracking of ice in a gale, It's a night that turns green leaves to ice, It's a duel of two nightingales. It is sweet-peas run ...

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After The Storm by Boris Pasternak

After The Storm by Boris Pasternak

The air is full of after-thunder freshness,And everything rejoices and revives.With the whole outburst of its purple clustersThe lilac drinks the air of paradise.The gutters ...

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1918 by Boris Pasternak

1918 by Boris Pasternak

Stars were racing; waves were washing headlands.Salt went blind, and tears were slowly drying.Darkened were the bedrooms; thoughts were racing,And the Sphinx was listening to the ...

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Change by Boris Pasternak

Change by Boris Pasternak

I used to glorify the poor,Not simply lofty views expressing:Their lives alone, I felt, were true,Devoid of pomp and window-dressing.No stranger to the manor house,Its finery and ...

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Eve by Boris Pasternak

Eve by Boris Pasternak

By water's edge, quiet willows stand,And from the steep bank, high noon flingsWhite fleecy clouds into the pondAs if they were a fisher's seines.The firmament sinks like a net,A ...

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February by Boris Pasternak

February by Boris Pasternak

February. Take ink and weep,write February as you’re sobbing,while black Spring burns deepthrough the slush and throbbing.Take a cab. For a clutch of copecks,through bell-towers’ ...

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Ploughing Time by Boris Pasternak

Ploughing Time by Boris Pasternak

What is the matter with the landscape?Familiar landmarks are not there.Ploughed fields, like squares upon a chessboard,Today are scattered everywhere.The newly-harrowed vast ...

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About These Poems by Boris Pasternak

About These Poems by Boris Pasternak

On winter pavements I will pound Them down with glistening glass and sun, Will let the ceiling hear their sound, Damp corners-read them, one by one. The attic will repeat my ...

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Bad Days by Boris Pasternak

Bad Days by Boris Pasternak

When Passion week started and JesusCame down to the city, that dayHosannahs burst out at his entryAnd palm leaves were strewn in his way.But days grow more stern and more ...

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Beloved, With The Spent And Sickly Fumes… by Boris Pasternak

Beloved, With The Spent And Sickly Fumes… by Boris Pasternak

Beloved, with the spent and sickly fumesOf rumour's cinders all the air is filled,But you are the engrossing lexiconOf fame mysterious and unrevealed,And fame it is the soil's ...

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A Tall, Strapping Shot, You, Considerate Hunter… by Boris Pasternak

A Tall, Strapping Shot, You, Considerate Hunter… by Boris Pasternak

A tall, strapping shot, you, considerate hunter,Phantom with gun at the flood of my soul,Do not destroy me now as a traitor,As fodder for feeling, crumbled up small!Grant me ...

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It Is Not Seemly To Be Famous… by Boris Pasternak

It Is Not Seemly To Be Famous… by Boris Pasternak

It is not seemly to be famous:Celebrity does not exalt;There is no need to hoard your writingsAnd to preserve them in a vault.To give your all-this is creation,And not-to deafen ...

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Nostalgia by Boris Pasternak

Nostalgia by Boris Pasternak

To give this book a dedication The desert sickened, And lions roared, and dawns of tigers Took hold of Kipling. A dried-up well of dreadful longing Was gaping, yawning. They ...

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Marburg by Boris Pasternak

Marburg by Boris Pasternak

I quivered. I flared up, and then was extinguished. I shook. I had made a proposal - but late, Too late. I was scared, and she had refused me. I pity her tears, am more blessed ...

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The Steppe by Boris Pasternak

The Steppe by Boris Pasternak

How lovely those journeys into quiet!Boundless the steppe, like a seascape,ants rustle, and the feather-grass sighs,mosquitoes go whining through space.The hayricks line up with ...

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Parting by Boris Pasternak

Parting by Boris Pasternak

A man is standing in the hallHis house not recognizing.Her sudden leaving was a flight,Herself, maybe, surprising.The chaos reigning in the roomHe does not try to master.His tears ...

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In The Wood by Boris Pasternak

In The Wood by Boris Pasternak

Blurred by a lilac heat, the meadows:in the wood, cathedral shadows swirled.What on earth was left for them to kiss? Solike wax, soft in the fingers, theirs, the world.There’s a ...

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Black Spring! Pick Up Your Pen, And Weeping… by Boris Pasternak

Black Spring! Pick Up Your Pen, And Weeping… by Boris Pasternak

Black spring! Pick up your pen, and weeping, Of February, in sobs and ink, Write poems, while the slush in thunder Is burning in the black of spring. Through clanking wheels, ...

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Spring (Fragment 3) by Boris Pasternak

Spring (Fragment 3) by Boris Pasternak

Is it only dirt you notice? Does the thaw not catch your glance? As a dapple-grey fine stallion Does it not through ditches dance? Is it only birds that chatter In the blueness of ...

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Definition Of Creative Art by Boris Pasternak

Definition Of Creative Art by Boris Pasternak

With shirt wide open at the collar, Maned as Beethoven's bust, it stands; Our conscience, dreams, the night and love, Are as chessmen covered by its hands. And one black king upon ...

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The Road by Boris Pasternak

The Road by Boris Pasternak

Down into the ravine, then forwardUp the embankment to the top,The ribbon of the road runs snakingThrough wood and field without a stop.By all the precepts of ...

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Mary Magdalene I by Boris Pasternak

Mary Magdalene I by Boris Pasternak

As soon as night descends, we meet.Remorse my memories releases.The demons of the past compete,And draw and tear my heart to pieces,Sin, vice and madness and deceit,When I was ...

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Storm-Wind by Boris Pasternak

Storm-Wind by Boris Pasternak

I am finished, but you live on.And the wind, crying and moaning,rocks the house and the clearing,not each pine alone,but all the trees together,with the vast distance, whole,like ...

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On Early Trains by Boris Pasternak

On Early Trains by Boris Pasternak

This winter I was outside Moscow,But when the time for work came round,Through the blizzard, biting frost and snow,I made the journey into town.At the hour I stepped outside the ...

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Snow Is Falling by Boris Pasternak

Snow Is Falling by Boris Pasternak

Snow is falling: snow is falling.Geranium flowers reachfor the blizzard’s small white starspast the window’s edge.Snow is falling, all is lost,the whole world’s streaming past:the ...

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