How few are we. Probably three… (Boris Pasternak Poems)
How few are we. Probably threeIn all-coallike, burning, infernalBeneath the grey bark of the treeOf wisdom, and clouds, and eternalDebate ...
How few are we. Probably threeIn all-coallike, burning, infernalBeneath the grey bark of the treeOf wisdom, and clouds, and eternalDebate ...
Little Miss Muffet Sat at a buffet Willing the time away.When there came a big ciderAnd sat down beside her ...
Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled -- Further than ever comet flared or vagrant star-dust ...
The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part; But the Sons of Martha favour their ...
Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mind To worldly things are sharp, but to me blind; To ...
For every bird there is this last migration; Once more the cooling year kindles her heart; With a warm passage ...
For my love, for my beautiful wife I love you more, so much more, in missing you, wanting you with ...
Voracious appetite For learning new things about many topics To acquire knowledge and context of why things are as they ...
Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, ...
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
Spit in my face you Jews, and pierce my side, Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me, For I have ...
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
O THOU, who in the heavens does dwell, Who, as it pleases best Thysel', Sends ane to heaven an' ten ...
A BATTER'D, wreck'd old man, Thrown on this savage shore, far, far from home, Pent by the sea, and dark ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
"Black is the sky, but the land is white-- (O the wind, the snow and the storm!)-- Father, where is ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
TO her, for I must still regard her As feminine in her degree, Who has been my unkind bombarder Year ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
Life swelleth in a whitening wave, And dasheth thee and me apart. I sweep out seaward: -- be thou brave. ...
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