Boris Pasternak

(10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)

Boris Pasternak Poems

1. The Drowsy Garden 5/27/2014
2. From Early Dawn The Thirtieth Of April... 4/3/2010
3. From A Poem 4/3/2010
4. I Hang Limp On The Creator's Pen 4/3/2010
5. Humble Home. But Rum, And Charcoal... 4/3/2010
6. The Patient's Sweater 4/3/2010
7. Here A Riddle Has Drawn A Strange Nailmark 4/3/2010
8. Here Will Be Echoes In The Mountains... 4/3/2010
9. I Grew. Foul Weather, Dreams, Forebodings... 4/3/2010
10. The Swifts (1) 4/3/2010
11. Try And Don'T Let Me Grieve 4/3/2010
12. So They Begin. With Two Years Gone... 4/3/2010
13. Feasts 4/3/2010
14. The Patient Watches 4/3/2010
15. Wet Paint 4/3/2010
16. With Oars At Rest 4/3/2010
17. Here—now—our Age Of Socialism!... 4/3/2010
18. The Garden Scatters Burnt-Up Beetles... 4/3/2010
19. Swifts (2) 4/3/2010
20. Without A Title 4/3/2010
21. My Desk Is Not So Wide That I Might Lean 4/3/2010
22. The Linden Avenue 4/3/2010
23. I Would Go Home Again—to Rooms... 4/3/2010
24. Oh Terrible, Beloved! A Poet's Loving 4/3/2010
25. Things Of Great Worth Shall Come To Pass... 4/3/2010
26. To Boris Pilnyak 4/3/2010
27. Imitators 4/3/2010
28. Your Picture 4/3/2010
29. White Night 4/3/2010
30. You Are Disappointed? You Thought... 4/3/2010
31. On A Fateful Day, An Unlucky Time 4/3/2010
32. Margarita 4/3/2010
33. How Few Are We. Probably Three... 4/3/2010
34. When It Clears Up 4/3/2010
35. Out Of Superstition 4/3/2010
36. Fiat 4/3/2010
37. Thunderstorm, Instantaneous Forever 4/3/2010
38. The Spring-It Had Simply Been You 4/3/2010
39. The Weeping Garden 4/3/2010
40. Unique Days 4/3/2010

Comments about Boris Pasternak

  • Anonymous (11/1/2018 5:29:00 PM)

    Of course Boris Pasternak hasn't posted any new poets in the past 14 days. The man is dead!

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  • Jay Warier (7/19/2009 11:14:00 AM)

    Could you please include Themes and Variations to enrich the sparse collection? There are some very good poems in there.

Best Poem of Boris Pasternak

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.

As during summer midges swarm
To beat their wings against a flame
Out in the yard the snowflakes swarmed
To beat against the window pane

The blizzard sculptured on the glass
Designs of arrows and of whorls.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.

Distorted shadows fell
Upon the lighted ceiling:
Shadows of crossed arms,of crossed legs-
Of crossed destiny.

Two tiny shoes fell to the floor
And ...

Read the full of Winter Night

March

The sun is hotter than the top ledge in a steam bath;
The ravine, crazed, is rampaging below.
Spring -- that corn-fed, husky milkmaid --
Is busy at her chores with never a letup.

The snow is wasting (pernicious anemia --
See those branching veinlets of impotent blue?)
Yet in the cowbarn life is burbling, steaming,
And the tines of pitchforks simply glow with health.

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