Boris Pasternak

(10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)

Poems of Boris Pasternak

21. Crossed Oars 4/3/2010
22. Definition of Creative Art 4/3/2010
23. Definition of Poetry 4/3/2010
24. Do not fret, do not cry, do not tax... 4/3/2010
25. Eve 4/3/2010
26. Fairy Tale 4/3/2010
27. False Alarm 4/3/2010
28. Feasts 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

1918

Stars were racing; waves were washing headlands.
Salt went blind, and tears were slowly drying.
Darkened were the bedrooms; thoughts were racing,
And the Sphinx was listening to the desert.

Candles swam. It seemed that the Colossus'
Blood grew cold; upon his lips was spreading
The blue shadow smile of the Sahara.
With the turning tide the night was waning.

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