Boris Pasternak

(10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)

Boris Pasternak Poems

1. Crossed Oars 4/3/2010
2. From Early Dawn The Thirtieth Of April... 4/3/2010
3. Here Will Be Echoes In The Mountains... 4/3/2010
4. Humble Home. But Rum, And Charcoal... 4/3/2010
5. Imitators 4/3/2010
6. Oh Terrible, Beloved! A Poet's Loving 4/3/2010
7. On A Fateful Day, An Unlucky Time 4/3/2010
8. Out Of Superstition 4/3/2010
9. Swifts (2) 4/3/2010
10. The Garden Scatters Burnt-Up Beetles... 4/3/2010
11. The Linden Avenue 4/3/2010
12. The Patient Watches 4/3/2010
13. The Patient's Sweater 4/3/2010
14. The Swifts (1) 4/3/2010
15. Three Variants 4/3/2010
16. To Boris Pilnyak 4/3/2010
17. Try And Don'T Let Me Grieve 4/3/2010
18. The Shiv'Ring Piano, Foaming At The Mouth 4/3/2010
19. So They Begin. With Two Years Gone... 4/3/2010
20. Wet Paint 4/3/2010
21. With Oars At Rest 4/3/2010
22. Things Of Great Worth Shall Come To Pass... 4/3/2010
23. Improvisation 4/3/2010
24. I Hang Limp On The Creator's Pen 4/3/2010
25. It's Spring, I Leave A Street Where Poplars... 4/3/2010
26. False Alarm 4/3/2010
27. ‘like A Brazier’s Bronze Cinders,’ 4/3/2010
28. A Sultrier Dawn 4/3/2010
29. Feasts 4/3/2010
30. Fiat 4/3/2010
31. Here A Riddle Has Drawn A Strange Nailmark 4/3/2010
32. Margarita 4/3/2010
33. I Grew. Foul Weather, Dreams, Forebodings... 4/3/2010
34. My Desk Is Not So Wide That I Might Lean 4/3/2010
35. You Are Disappointed? You Thought... 4/3/2010
36. Soul 4/3/2010
37. Sparrow Hills 4/3/2010
38. The Earth 4/3/2010
39. Stars Were Racing 4/3/2010
40. Storm, Momentary, Forever 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

Hops

Beneath the willow wound round with ivy
we take cover from the worst
of the storm, with a greatcoat round
our shoulders and my hands around your waist.

I've got it wrong. That isn't ivy
entwined in the bushes round
the wood, but hops. You intoxicate me!
Let's spread the greatcoat on the ground.

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