Boris Pasternak

(10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)

Boris Pasternak Poems

81. Venice 4/3/2010
82. On Early Trains 4/3/2010
83. Storm-Wind 4/3/2010
84. Nostalgia 4/3/2010
85. Railway Station 4/3/2010
86. Autumn Frost 4/3/2010
87. July 4/3/2010
88. It Is Not Seemly To Be Famous... 4/3/2010
89. Do Not Fret, Do Not Cry, Do Not Tax... 4/3/2010
90. Night 4/3/2010
91. ‘like A Brazier’s Bronze Cinders,’ 4/3/2010
92. Mary Magdalene I 4/3/2010
93. Marburg 4/3/2010
94. ‘my Sister – Life’s Overflowing Today’ 4/3/2010
95. Definition Of Creative Art 4/3/2010
96. Mary Magdalene Ii 4/3/2010
97. Black Spring! Pick Up Your Pen, And Weeping... 4/3/2010
98. Parting 4/3/2010
99. It's Spring, I Leave A Street Where Poplars... 4/3/2010
100. Definition Of Poetry 4/3/2010
101. Winter Sky 4/3/2010
102. Intoxication 4/3/2010
103. 1918 4/3/2010
104. Eve 4/3/2010
105. Snow Is Falling 4/3/2010
106. Beloved, With The Spent And Sickly Fumes... 4/3/2010
107. About These Poems 4/3/2010
108. Bad Days 4/3/2010
109. Craft 4/3/2010
110. A Walts With A Tear In It 4/3/2010
111. A Tall, Strapping Shot, You, Considerate Hunter... 4/3/2010
112. After The Interval 4/3/2010
113. After The Storm 4/3/2010
114. Hamlet 4/3/2010
115. Autumn 4/3/2010
116. Confession 4/3/2010
117. Hops 1/3/2003
118. March 1/3/2003
119. Change 4/3/2010
120. August 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

1918

Stars were racing; waves were washing headlands.
Salt went blind, and tears were slowly drying.
Darkened were the bedrooms; thoughts were racing,
And the Sphinx was listening to the desert.

Candles swam. It seemed that the Colossus'
Blood grew cold; upon his lips was spreading
The blue shadow smile of the Sahara.
With the turning tide the night was waning.

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