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

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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