Boris Pasternak

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Boris Leonidovich Pasternak was a Russian language poet, novelist, and literary translator. In his native Russia, Pasternak's anthology My Sister Life, is one of the most influential collections ever published in the Russian language. Furthermore, Pasternak's theatrical translations of Goethe, Schiller, Pedro Calderón de la Barca, and William Shake ...
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Winter Night
It snowed and snowed ,the whole world over,
Snow swept the world from end to end.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.
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2.
A Dream
I dreamt of autumn in the window's twilight,
And you, a tipsy jesters' throng amidst. '
And like a falcon, having stooped to slaughter,
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3.
August
This was its promise, held to faithfully:
The early morning sun came in this way
Until the angle of its saffron beam
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4.
Change
I used to glorify the poor,
Not simply lofty views expressing:
Their lives alone, I felt, were true,
Devoid of pomp and window-dressing.
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5.
February
February. Take ink and weep,
write February as you’re sobbing,
while black Spring burns deep
through the slush and throbbing.
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Popular Quotes
11 November 2014
No deep and strong feeling, such as we may come across here and there in the world, is unmixed with compassion. The more we love, the more the object of our love seems to us to be a victim.
11 November 2014
As far as modern writing is concerned, it is rarely rewarding to translate it, although it might be easy.... Translation is very much like copying paintings.
11 November 2014
It is no longer possible for lyric poetry to express the immensity of our experience. Life has grown too cumbersome, too complicated. We have acquired values which are best expressed in prose.
11 November 2014
That's metaphysics, my dear fellow. It's forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won't take it.
11 November 2014
What is history? Its beginning is that of the centuries of systematic work devoted to the solution of the enigma of death, so that death itself may eventually be overcome. That is why people write symphonies, and why they discover mathematical infinity and electromagnetic waves.

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Yuri Menis 27 November 2020
Winter night is such a beautiful poem, one of the greatest in Russian. And it is a nightmarish mess in this so-called translation, which sounds like a juvenile rendition of some trite story in a sleepy classroom; in fact, it is an effrontery to the great poet's memory, a feeble attempt to sing a Tchaikovsky " tune" with not even an ear for music.
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Anonymous 01 November 2018
Of course Boris Pasternak hasn't posted any new poets in the past 14 days. The man is dead!
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