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|
I dreamt of autumn in the window's twilight,
And you, a tipsy jesters' throng amidst. '
And like a falcon, having stooped to slaughter,
My heart returned to settle on your wrist.
But time went on, grew old and deaf. Like thawing
Soft ice old silk decayed on easy chairs.
A bloated sunset from the garden painted
The glass with bloody red September tears.