Black spring! Pick up your pen, and weeping… (Boris Pasternak Poems)
Black spring! Pick up your pen, and weeping, Of February, in sobs and ink, Write poems, while the slush in ...
Boris Pasternak Poems on Spring (7 Poems)
Fairy Tale (Boris Pasternak Poems)
Once, in times forgotten,In a fairy place,Through the steppe, a riderMade his way apace.While he sped to battle,Nearing from the ...
The Earth (Boris Pasternak Poems)
Spring bursts violentlyinto Moscow houses.Moths flutter aboutcrawl on summer hats,and furs hide secretly.Pots of wallflowers and stockstand, in the window, ...
Spring (Boris Pasternak Poems)
This spring the world is new and different;More lively is the sparrows' riot.I do not even try expressing it,How full ...
‘My sister – Life’s overflowing today’ (Boris Pasternak Poems)
My sister - Life's overflowing today,spring rain shattering itself like glass,but people with monocles still complain,and sting, politely, like snakes ...
It’s spring, I leave a street where poplars… (Boris Pasternak Poems)
It's spring, I leave a street where poplars are astonished,Where distance is alarmed and the house fears it may fall.Where ...
March (Boris Pasternak Poems)
The sun is hotter than the top ledge in a steam bath; The ravine, crazed, is rampaging below. Spring -- ...