Boris Pasternak (10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)
Poems of Boris Pasternak
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| 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 |
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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.
