Boris Pasternak (10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)
Poems of Boris Pasternak
|82.||Spring (Fragment 3)||4/3/2010|
|84.||Stars were racing||4/3/2010|
|85.||Storm, Momentary, Forever||4/3/2010|
|90.||The garden scatters burnt-up beetles...||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|
|96.||The shiv'ring piano, foaming at the mouth||4/3/2010|
|97.||The spring-it had simply been you||4/3/2010|
|99.||The Swifts (1)||4/3/2010|
|100.||The Weeping Garden||4/3/2010|
The sun is hotter than the top ledge in a steam bath;
The ravine, crazed, is rampaging below.
Spring -- that corn-fed, husky milkmaid --
Is busy at her chores with never a letup.
The snow is wasting (pernicious anemia --
See those branching veinlets of impotent blue?)
Yet in the cowbarn life is burbling, steaming,
And the tines of pitchforks simply glow with health.