The Steppe (Boris Pasternak Poems)
How lovely those journeys into quiet!Boundless the steppe, like a seascape,ants rustle, and the feather-grass sighs,mosquitoes go whining through space. ...
How lovely those journeys into quiet!Boundless the steppe, like a seascape,ants rustle, and the feather-grass sighs,mosquitoes go whining through space. ...
When his boat snapped loose from its mooring, under the screaking of the gulls, he tried at first to wave ...
And reports the derelict Mary Pollock still at sea. SHIPPING NEWS. I was the staunchest of our fleet Till the ...
The boards of the cabins against the wind off the ocean sanded and buffeted boards bent to the touch The ...
When we fear, when we question, when we are nervous our lives out of control, unregulated, at the whim of ...
When they were gripped by fear buffeted, rocked by wind, waves afraid in the boat He reassured them all "I ...
He was caught by our savior's hand saved when he was sinking lifted up from the depths, the deep, by ...
Christ said "oh ye of little faith" to the rock, the foundation of the church how much more, could he ...
Before their shouts of praise confession he was the Son of God What were they thinking, those in the boat? ...
So many, blown off course, adrift with the winds of life buffeted and capsized, tumbling blowing across the waters, the ...
Capsized in the bay caught on the sandbar, buffeted by the wind, caught off guard, moving, without rudder, caught by ...
Rudderless, adrift, no more, no longer buffeted, pulled about by the wind the confusion gone if we but turn toward ...
The paddle and I Out in the middle of The churning lake. The wind pushed the bow Turning me around. ...
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
Lord, who hast suffer'd all for me, My peace and pardon to procure, The lighter cross I bear for Thee, ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Behold that great Plotinus swim, Buffeted by such seas; Bland Rhadamanthus beckons him, But the Golden Race looks dim, Salt ...
Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze. Gaining and failing they ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood, Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt backs ...
So Eden was deserted, and at eve Into the quiet place God came to grieve. His face was sad, His ...
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting ...
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