Boris Pasternak

(10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)

Boris Pasternak Poems

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