On The Steamer (Boris Pasternak Poems)
The stir of leaves, the chilly morning air Were like delirium; half awake Jaws clamped; the dawn beyond the Kama ...
The stir of leaves, the chilly morning air Were like delirium; half awake Jaws clamped; the dawn beyond the Kama ...
All morning high up on the eaves Above your window A dove kept cooing. Like shirtsleeves The boughs seemed frayed.It ...
About three months ago, when firstUpon our open, unprotectedAnd freezing garden snowstorms burstIn sudden fury, I reflectedThat I would shut ...
A click of window glass had roused me Out of my sleep at early dawn. Beneath me Venice swam in ...
How few are we. Probably threeIn all-coallike, burning, infernalBeneath the grey bark of the treeOf wisdom, and clouds, and eternalDebate ...
A tall, strapping shot, you, considerate hunter,Phantom with gun at the flood of my soul,Do not destroy me now as ...
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