Boris Pasternak

(10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)

Hamlet - Poem by Boris Pasternak

The murmurs ebb; onto the stage I enter.
I am trying, standing in the door,
To discover in the distant echoes
What the coming years may hold in store.

The nocturnal darkness with a thousand
Binoculars is focused onto me.
Take away this cup, O Abba Father,
Everything is possible to Thee.

I am fond of this Thy stubborn project,
And to play my part I am content.
But another drama is in progress,
And, this once, O let me be exempt.

But the plan of action is determined,
And the end irrevocably sealed.
I am alone; all round me drowns in falsehood:
Life is not a walk across a field.

Comments about Hamlet by Boris Pasternak

  • Rookie Passionate Flower (3/14/2012 9:57:00 AM)

    The title is really attractive when i read Hamlet i said this is must be such apoem
    and it is such a poem I like it
    and we are all living in the theatre of life that we all acting our parts and still there are people who murmur behind our back this is life.

    love the poem (Report) Reply

    Gold Star - 45,332 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (3/7/2015 2:08:00 AM)

    A poem on self and the difficulties of life in adverse situations. The great writer and poet Boris Pasternak.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 3, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, February 10, 2012

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