Boris Pasternak

(10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)

Boris Pasternak Poems

41. I Grew. Foul Weather, Dreams, Forebodings... 4/3/2010
42. I Hang Limp On The Creator's Pen 4/3/2010
43. I Would Go Home Again—to Rooms... 4/3/2010
44. Imitators 4/3/2010
45. Improvisation 4/3/2010
46. In Everything I Seek To Grasp... 4/3/2010
47. In Hospital 4/3/2010
48. In Memory Of Marina Tsvetaeva 4/3/2010
49. In The Wood 4/3/2010
50. Intoxication 4/3/2010
51. It Is Not Seemly To Be Famous... 4/3/2010
52. It's Spring, I Leave A Street Where Poplars... 4/3/2010
53. July 4/3/2010
54. Lessons Of English 4/3/2010
55. Marburg 4/3/2010
56. March 1/3/2003
57. Margarita 4/3/2010
58. Mary Magdalene I 4/3/2010
59. Mary Magdalene Ii 4/3/2010
60. Meeting 4/3/2010
61. Music 4/3/2010
62. My Desk Is Not So Wide That I Might Lean 4/3/2010
63. Night 4/3/2010
64. Nostalgia 4/3/2010
65. O Had I Known That Thus It Happens... 4/3/2010
66. Oh Terrible, Beloved! A Poet's Loving 4/3/2010
67. On A Fateful Day, An Unlucky Time 4/3/2010
68. On Early Trains 4/3/2010
69. On The Steamer 4/3/2010
70. Out Of Superstition 4/3/2010
71. Parting 4/3/2010
72. Ploughing Time 4/3/2010
73. Poetry 4/3/2010
74. Railway Station 4/3/2010
75. Snow Is Falling 4/3/2010
76. So They Begin. With Two Years Gone... 4/3/2010
77. Sometime At A Concert Hall, In Recollection... 4/3/2010
78. Soul 4/3/2010
79. Sparrow Hills 4/3/2010
80. Spasskoe 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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