Boris Pasternak

(10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)

Boris Pasternak Poems

41. The Spring-It Had Simply Been You 4/3/2010
42. The Weeping Garden 4/3/2010
43. Unique Days 4/3/2010
44. In Everything I Seek To Grasp... 4/3/2010
45. Three Variants 4/3/2010
46. Soul 4/3/2010
47. To The Memory Of Demon 4/3/2010
48. God's World 4/3/2010
49. To Anna Akhmatova 4/3/2010
50. Storm, Momentary, Forever 4/3/2010
51. The Shiv'Ring Piano, Foaming At The Mouth 4/3/2010
52. Stars Were Racing 4/3/2010
53. The Earth 4/3/2010
54. Winter Nears 4/3/2010
55. Fairy Tale 4/3/2010
56. Sparrow Hills 4/3/2010
57. Spring Shower 4/3/2010
58. Sometime At A Concert Hall, In Recollection... 4/3/2010
59. The Girl 4/3/2010
60. Wind 4/3/2010
61. The Wind(Four Fragments Concerning Blok) 4/3/2010
62. Spasskoe 4/3/2010
63. Crossed Oars 4/3/2010
64. O Had I Known That Thus It Happens... 4/3/2010
65. There'Ll Be No One In The House... 4/3/2010
66. Venice 4/3/2010
67. The Road 4/3/2010
68. Poetry 4/3/2010
69. First Snow 4/3/2010
70. Music 4/3/2010
71. Winter Sky 4/3/2010
72. Sultry Night 4/3/2010
73. In Hospital 4/3/2010
74. On The Steamer 4/3/2010
75. In Memory Of Marina Tsvetaeva 4/3/2010
76. Spring (Fragment 3) 4/3/2010
77. Spring 4/3/2010
78. A Sultrier Dawn 4/3/2010
79. Meeting 4/3/2010
80. The Steppe 4/3/2010

Comments about Boris Pasternak

  • 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

Hops

Beneath the willow wound round with ivy
we take cover from the worst
of the storm, with a greatcoat round
our shoulders and my hands around your waist.

I've got it wrong. That isn't ivy
entwined in the bushes round
the wood, but hops. You intoxicate me!
Let's spread the greatcoat on the ground.

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