The Wind(Four fragments concerning Blok) (Boris Pasternak Poems)
1 Who'll be honoured and praised,who'll be ...
1 Who'll be honoured and praised,who'll be ...
Black spring! Pick up your pen, and weeping, Of February, in sobs and ink, Write poems, while the slush in ...
Snow is falling: snow is falling.Geranium flowers reachfor the blizzard's small white starspast the window's edge. Snow is falling, all ...
Things of great worth shall come to passBy true foreknowledge and in fact,-Names worthier than mine in fameAnd words which ...
When, having finished, I shall move my armchair,The page will gasp, awakened from the strain.Delirious, she is half asleep at ...
So aloof, so meek in your ways,Now you're fire, you're pure combustion.Only let me lock up your beautyDeep, deep down ...
About three months ago, when firstUpon our open, unprotectedAnd freezing garden snowstorms burstIn sudden fury, I reflectedThat I would shut ...
Beloved, with the spent and sickly fumesOf rumour's cinders all the air is filled,But you are the engrossing lexiconOf fame ...
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 ...
Ah, don't I know that, groping in the gloom,Night would not find its way out of the dark?Am I monster ...
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