1918 (Boris Pasternak Poems)
Мчались звезды. В море мылись мысы.Слепла соль. И слезы высыхали.Были темны спальни. Мчались мысли,И прислушивался сфинкс к Сахаре.Плыли свечи. И ...
Boris Pasternak Poems on Night (26 Poems)
In Hospital (Boris Pasternak Poems)
They stood, almost blocking the pavement,As though at a window display;The stretcher was pushed in position,The ambulance started away.Past porches ...
On a fateful day, an unlucky time (Boris Pasternak Poems)
On a fateful day, an unlucky time,Unannounced, it may happen thus:Stifling, blacker still than a monasteryUtter madness descends on us.Bitter ...
A Walts With a Tear in It (Boris Pasternak Poems)
Ah, how I love it in these first few days,Fresh from the forest and out of the snow,Awkwardness obvious still ...
Music (Boris Pasternak Poems)
The block of flats loomed towerlike.Two sweating athletes, human telpher,Were carrying up narrow stairs,As though a bell onto a belfry,As ...
Night (Boris Pasternak Poems)
The night proceeds and dwindlingPrepares the day's rebirth.An airman is ascendingAbove the sleeping earth.And almost disappearingIn cloud, a tiny spark,He ...
Spasskoe (Boris Pasternak Poems)
In Spasskoe, unforgettable September sheds its leaves.Isn't it time to close up the summer-house?Echo traps the thudding of axe-blows in ...
Spring Shower (Boris Pasternak Poems)
Winked to the birdcherry, gulped amid tears, Splashed over carriages' varnish, trees' tremble.Full moon. The musicians are picking their way ...
Spring (Fragment 3) (Boris Pasternak Poems)
Is it only dirt you notice? Does the thaw not catch your glance? As a dapple-grey fine stallion Does it ...
Sparrow Hills (Boris Pasternak Poems)
Breasts beneath kisses, as though under a tap!Summer's stream won't run for ever.We can't pump out the accordion's roarnight after ...
Feasts (Boris Pasternak Poems)
I drink the gall of skies in autumn, tuberoses' Sweet bitterness in your betrayals burning stream; I drink the gall ...
Improvisatio (Boris Pasternak Poems)
I fed out of my hand a flock of keys To clapping of wings and shrill cries in flight. Sleeves ...
Poetry (Boris Pasternak Poems)
Yes, I shall swear by you, my verse,I shall wheeze out, before I swoon:You're not a tenor's shape and voice,You're ...
Fiat (Boris Pasternak Poems)
Dawn will set candles guttering.It will light up and loose the swifts.With this reminder I'll burst in:Let life be just ...
Winter Sky (Boris Pasternak Poems)
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 ...
Definition of Poetry (Boris Pasternak Poems)
It's a whistle blown ripe in a trice, It's the cracking of ice in a gale, It's a night that ...
First Snow (Boris Pasternak Poems)
Outside the snowstorm spins, and hidesThe world beneath a pall.Snowed under are the paper-girl,The papers and the stall.Quite often our ...
Definition of Creative Art (Boris Pasternak Poems)
With shirt wide open at the collar, Maned as Beethoven's bust, it stands; Our conscience, dreams, the night and love, ...
Here a riddle has drawn a strange nailmark (Boris Pasternak Poems)
Here a riddle has drawn a strange nailmark. To sleep now!I'll reread, understand with the light of the sun,But until ...
To the Memory of Demon (Boris Pasternak Poems)
Used to come in the blue Of the glacier, at night, from Tamara. With his wingtips he drew Where the ...
To Boris Pilnyak (Boris Pasternak Poems)
Ah, don't I know that, groping in the gloom,Night would not find its way out of the dark?Am I monster ...
Stars were racing (Boris Pasternak Poems)
Stars were racing; waves were washing headlands.Salt went blind, and tears were slowly drying.Darkened were the bedrooms; thoughts were racing,And ...
Thunderstorm (Boris Pasternak Poems)
After this the halt and summer Parted company; and taking Off his cap at night the thunderTook a hundred blinding ...
A tall, strapping shot, you, considerate hunter… (Boris Pasternak Poems)
A tall, strapping shot, you, considerate hunter,Phantom with gun at the flood of my soul,Do not destroy me now as ...
‘Like a brazier’s bronze cinders,’ (Boris Pasternak Poems)
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 ...
The garden scatters burnt-up beetles… (Boris Pasternak Poems)
The garden scatters burnt-up beetles Like brazen ash, from braziers burst. I witness, by my lighted candle, A newly blossomed ...