Boris Pasternak Poems
|42.||Spring (Fragment 3)||4/3/2010|
|47.||Sometime at a concert hall, in recollection...||4/3/2010|
|48.||So they begin. With two years gone...||4/3/2010|
|49.||Snow Is Falling||4/3/2010|
|54.||Out of Superstition||4/3/2010|
|55.||On The Steamer||4/3/2010|
|56.||On Early Trains||4/3/2010|
|57.||On a fateful day, an unlucky time||4/3/2010|
|58.||Oh terrible, beloved! A poet's loving||4/3/2010|
|59.||O had I known that thus it happens...||4/3/2010|
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.