Lessons of English (Boris Pasternak Poems)
When Desdemona sang a ditty- In her last hours among the living- It wasn't love that she lamented, And not ...
When Desdemona sang a ditty- In her last hours among the living- It wasn't love that she lamented, And not ...
505I would not paint-a picture-I'd rather be the OneIts bright impossibilityTo dwell-delicious-on-And wonder how the fingers feelWhose rare-celestial-stir-Evokes so sweet ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
April had covered the hills With flickering yellows and reds, The sparkle and coolness of snow Was blown from the ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft ...
When a woman looks up at you with a twist about her eyes, And her brows are half uplifted in ...
From all the Jails the Boys and Girls Ecstatically leap -- Beloved only Afternoon That Prison doesn't keep They storm ...
I would not paint -- a picture -- I'd rather be the One Its bright impossibility To dwell -- delicious ...
A few kind words, what can be bought with that? In essence just a clique of tidy prose, a verb, ...
Forgetfulness is like a song That, freed from beat and measure, wanders. Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are ...
Soup should be heralded with a mellow horn, Blowing clear notes of gold against the stars; Strange entrees with a ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
It is a cramped little state with no foreign policy, Save to be thought inoffensive. The grammar of the language ...
Beyond the Rocking Bridge it lies, the burg of evil fame, The huts where hive and swarm and thrive the ...
The cruel war was over -- oh, the triumph was so sweet! We watched the troops returning, through our tears; ...
No. It can't be. No! You too, beloved? Why? What for? Darling, look - I came, I brought flowers, but, ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
A misprint in a newspaper reported: 'Auden stepped from the train and was greeted by a small but enthusiastic crow.' ...
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