Boris Pasternak

(10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)

Boris Pasternak Poems

61. Night 4/3/2010
62. My desk is not so wide that I might lean 4/3/2010
63. Music 4/3/2010
64. Meeting 4/3/2010
65. Mary Magdalene II 4/3/2010
66. Mary Magdalene I 4/3/2010
67. Margarita 4/3/2010
68. March 1/3/2003
69. Marburg 4/3/2010
70. Lessons of English 4/3/2010
71. July 4/3/2010
72. It's spring, I leave a street where poplars... 4/3/2010
73. It is not seemly to be famous... 4/3/2010
74. Intoxication 4/3/2010
75. In the Wood 4/3/2010
76. In Memory of Marina Tsvetaeva 4/3/2010
77. In Hospital 4/3/2010
78. In everything I seek to grasp... 4/3/2010
79. Improvisation 4/3/2010
80. Imitators 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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