1918 (Boris Pasternak Poems)
Мчались звезды. В море мылись мысы.Слепла соль. И слезы высыхали.Были темны спальни. Мчались мысли,И прислушивался сфинкс к Сахаре.Плыли свечи. И ...
Мчались звезды. В море мылись мысы.Слепла соль. И слезы высыхали.Были темны спальни. Мчались мысли,И прислушивался сфинкс к Сахаре.Плыли свечи. И ...
A man is standing in the hallHis house not recognizing.Her sudden leaving was a flight,Herself, maybe, surprising.The chaos reigning in ...
All morning high up on the eaves Above your window A dove kept cooing. Like shirtsleeves The boughs seemed frayed.It ...
The snow will dust the roadway,And load the roofs still more.I'll stretch my legs a little:You're there outside the door.Autumn, ...
Winter nears. Once morethe bear's secret retreatwill vanish under mud's floor,to a child's fretful grief. Huts will wake in the ...
By water's edge, quiet willows stand,And from the steep bank, high noon flingsWhite fleecy clouds into the pondAs if they ...
A click of window glass had roused me Out of my sleep at early dawn. Beneath me Venice swam in ...
Stars were racing; waves were washing headlands.Salt went blind, and tears were slowly drying.Darkened were the bedrooms; thoughts were racing,And ...
The swifts have no strength any more to retain, To check the light-blue evening coolness. It burst from their breasts, ...
My boat throbbed in the drowsy depths,willows bowed, kissing collarbones,elbows and rowlocks - oh wait, yes,all of this might happen ...
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