Boris Pasternak

(10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)

Boris Pasternak Poems

1. The Drowsy Garden 5/27/2014
2. Imitators 4/3/2010
3. From A Poem 4/3/2010
4. I Hang Limp On The Creator's Pen 4/3/2010
5. From Early Dawn The Thirtieth Of April... 4/3/2010
6. Humble Home. But Rum, And Charcoal... 4/3/2010
7. The Patient's Sweater 4/3/2010
8. False Alarm 4/3/2010
9. Here A Riddle Has Drawn A Strange Nailmark 4/3/2010
10. Here Will Be Echoes In The Mountains... 4/3/2010
11. Try And Don'T Let Me Grieve 4/3/2010
12. I Grew. Foul Weather, Dreams, Forebodings... 4/3/2010
13. The Patient Watches 4/3/2010
14. The Swifts (1) 4/3/2010
15. So They Begin. With Two Years Gone... 4/3/2010
16. Wet Paint 4/3/2010
17. With Oars At Rest 4/3/2010
18. Here—now—our Age Of Socialism!... 4/3/2010
19. First Snow 4/3/2010
20. The Garden Scatters Burnt-Up Beetles... 4/3/2010
21. I Would Go Home Again—to Rooms... 4/3/2010
22. Swifts (2) 4/3/2010
23. Improvisation 4/3/2010
24. In Memory Of Marina Tsvetaeva 4/3/2010
25. My Desk Is Not So Wide That I Might Lean 4/3/2010
26. The Linden Avenue 4/3/2010
27. Without A Title 4/3/2010
28. Your Picture 4/3/2010
29. White Night 4/3/2010
30. Oh Terrible, Beloved! A Poet's Loving 4/3/2010
31. To Boris Pilnyak 4/3/2010
32. Things Of Great Worth Shall Come To Pass... 4/3/2010
33. When It Clears Up 4/3/2010
34. You Are Disappointed? You Thought... 4/3/2010
35. How Few Are We. Probably Three... 4/3/2010
36. On A Fateful Day, An Unlucky Time 4/3/2010
37. Margarita 4/3/2010
38. Fiat 4/3/2010
39. Thunderstorm, Instantaneous Forever 4/3/2010
40. In Everything I Seek To Grasp... 4/3/2010
Best Poem of Boris Pasternak

Winter Night

It snowed and snowed ,the whole world over,
Snow swept the world from end to end.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.

As during summer midges swarm
To beat their wings against a flame
Out in the yard the snowflakes swarmed
To beat against the window pane

The blizzard sculptured on the glass
Designs of arrows and of whorls.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.

Distorted shadows fell
Upon the lighted ceiling:
Shadows of crossed arms,of crossed legs-
Of crossed destiny.

Two tiny shoes fell to the floor
And ...

Read the full of Winter Night

March

The sun is hotter than the top ledge in a steam bath;
The ravine, crazed, is rampaging below.
Spring -- that corn-fed, husky milkmaid --
Is busy at her chores with never a letup.

The snow is wasting (pernicious anemia --
See those branching veinlets of impotent blue?)
Yet in the cowbarn life is burbling, steaming,
And the tines of pitchforks simply glow with health.

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