Boris Pasternak (10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)
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Poems by Boris Pasternak : 34 / 122
Hamlet
The murmurs ebb; onto the stage I enter.
I am trying, standing in the door,
To discover in the distant echoes
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I am alone; all round me drowns in false hood:
Life is not a walk across a field.
I think this is the way Hamlet must have felt.
It could drive me to drama too. So great.
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