Boris Pasternak

(10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)

Boris Pasternak Poems

1. ‘like A Brazier’s Bronze Cinders,’ 4/3/2010
2. ‘my Sister – Life’s Overflowing Today’ 4/3/2010
3. 1918 4/3/2010
4. A Dream 4/3/2010
5. A Sultrier Dawn 4/3/2010
6. A Tall, Strapping Shot, You, Considerate Hunter... 4/3/2010
7. A Walts With A Tear In It 4/3/2010
8. About These Poems 4/3/2010
9. After The Interval 4/3/2010
10. After The Storm 4/3/2010
11. August 4/3/2010
12. Autumn 4/3/2010
13. Autumn Frost 4/3/2010
14. Bad Days 4/3/2010
15. Beloved, With The Spent And Sickly Fumes... 4/3/2010
16. Black Spring! Pick Up Your Pen, And Weeping... 4/3/2010
17. Change 4/3/2010
18. Confession 4/3/2010
19. Craft 4/3/2010
20. Crossed Oars 4/3/2010
21. Definition Of Creative Art 4/3/2010
22. Definition Of Poetry 4/3/2010
23. Do Not Fret, Do Not Cry, Do Not Tax... 4/3/2010
24. Eve 4/3/2010
25. Fairy Tale 4/3/2010
26. False Alarm 4/3/2010
27. Feasts 4/3/2010
28. February 4/3/2010
29. Fiat 4/3/2010
30. First Snow 4/3/2010
31. From A Poem 4/3/2010
32. From Early Dawn The Thirtieth Of April... 4/3/2010
33. God's World 4/3/2010
34. Hamlet 4/3/2010
35. Here A Riddle Has Drawn A Strange Nailmark 4/3/2010
36. Here Will Be Echoes In The Mountains... 4/3/2010
37. Here—now—our Age Of Socialism!... 4/3/2010
38. Hops 1/3/2003
39. How Few Are We. Probably Three... 4/3/2010
40. Humble Home. But Rum, And Charcoal... 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

A Dream

I dreamt of autumn in the window's twilight,
And you, a tipsy jesters' throng amidst. '
And like a falcon, having stooped to slaughter,
My heart returned to settle on your wrist.

But time went on, grew old and deaf. Like thawing
Soft ice old silk decayed on easy chairs.
A bloated sunset from the garden painted
The glass with bloody red September tears.

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