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. White Night 4/3/2010
29. Your Picture 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 Weeping Garden 4/3/2010
39. The Spring-It Had Simply Been You 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.

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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

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,
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.

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