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|
|89.||The Drowsy Garden||5/27/2014|
|91.||The garden scatters burnt-up beetles...||4/3/2010|
|93.||The Linden Avenue||4/3/2010|
|94.||The patient watches||4/3/2010|
|95.||The Patient's Sweater||4/3/2010|
|97.||The shiv'ring piano, foaming at the mouth||4/3/2010|
|98.||The spring-it had simply been you||4/3/2010|
|100.||The Swifts (1)||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.