Boris Pasternak

(10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)

Boris Pasternak Poems

41. The Spring-It Had Simply Been You 4/3/2010
42. Thunderstorm, Instantaneous Forever 4/3/2010
43. The Weeping Garden 4/3/2010
44. The Wind(Four Fragments Concerning Blok) 4/3/2010
45. The Road 4/3/2010
46. To The Memory Of Demon 4/3/2010
47. Spring Shower 4/3/2010
48. The Girl 4/3/2010
49. Your Picture 4/3/2010
50. White Night 4/3/2010
51. Poetry 4/3/2010
52. From A Poem 4/3/2010
53. God's World 4/3/2010
54. Eve 4/3/2010
55. First Snow 4/3/2010
56. After The Interval 4/3/2010
57. On The Steamer 4/3/2010
58. Here—now—our Age Of Socialism!... 4/3/2010
59. Without A Title 4/3/2010
60. When It Clears Up 4/3/2010
61. Spasskoe 4/3/2010
62. Sometime At A Concert Hall, In Recollection... 4/3/2010
63. Ploughing Time 4/3/2010
64. Sultry Night 4/3/2010
65. July 4/3/2010
66. Lessons Of English 4/3/2010
67. O Had I Known That Thus It Happens... 4/3/2010
68. Mary Magdalene Ii 4/3/2010
69. Meeting 4/3/2010
70. In Memory Of Marina Tsvetaeva 4/3/2010
71. I Would Go Home Again—to Rooms... 4/3/2010
72. Autumn Frost 4/3/2010
73. A Tall, Strapping Shot, You, Considerate Hunter... 4/3/2010
74. Fairy Tale 4/3/2010
75. Do Not Fret, Do Not Cry, Do Not Tax... 4/3/2010
76. To Anna Akhmatova 4/3/2010
77. Wind 4/3/2010
78. Winter Nears 4/3/2010
79. Unique Days 4/3/2010
80. Craft 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

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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