Boris Pasternak (10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)
Poems of Boris Pasternak
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| 81. | Spring | 4/3/2010 |
| 82. | Spring (Fragment 3) | 4/3/2010 |
| 83. | Spring Shower | 4/3/2010 |
| 84. | Stars were racing | 4/3/2010 |
| 85. | Storm, Momentary, Forever | 4/3/2010 |
| 86. | Storm-Wind | 4/3/2010 |
| 87. | Sultry Night | 4/3/2010 |
| 88. | Swifts (2) | 4/3/2010 |
| 89. | The Earth | 4/3/2010 |
| 90. | The garden scatters burnt-up beetles... | 4/3/2010 |
| 91. | The Girl | 4/3/2010 |
| 92. | The Linden Avenue | 4/3/2010 |
| 93. | The patient watches | 4/3/2010 |
| 94. | The Patient's Sweater | 4/3/2010 |
| 95. | The Road | 4/3/2010 |
| 96. | The shiv'ring piano, foaming at the mouth | 4/3/2010 |
| 97. | The spring-it had simply been you | 4/3/2010 |
| 98. | The Steppe | 4/3/2010 |
| 99. | The Swifts (1) | 4/3/2010 |
| 100. | The Weeping Garden | 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.
