Boris Pasternak

(10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)

Change - Poem by Boris Pasternak

I used to glorify the poor,
Not simply lofty views expressing:
Their lives alone, I felt, were true,
Devoid of pomp and window-dressing.

No stranger to the manor house,
Its finery and lordly tenor,
I was a friend of down-and-outs,
And shunned the idly sponging manner.

For choosing friendship in the ranks
Of working people, though no rebel,
I had the honour to be stamped
As also one among the rabble.

The state of basements, unadorned,
Of attics with no frills or curtains
Was tangible without pretence
And full of substance, weighty, certain.

And I went bad when rot defaced
Our time, and life became infested,
When grief was censured as disgrace
And all played optimists and yes-men.

My faith in those who seemed my friends
Was broken and our ties were sundered.
I, too, lost Man, the Human, since
He had been lost by all and sundry.

Comments about Change by Boris Pasternak

  • Susan Williams (7/9/2017 2:29:00 PM)

    Does one bias offend less than another bias? There really are bad rotting souls in the ranks of the poor as well as in the ranks of the wealthy. A less judgmental eye might see more to love (Report) Reply

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  • Anil Kumar Panda (7/9/2017 10:53:00 AM)

    A nice poem about the plight of the poor and how the poet likes to be one from them. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (7/9/2017 3:25:00 AM)

    Reminds me of the song CHANGE popularized by TEARS FOR FEARS... Thanks for posting.... (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (7/9/2017 1:23:00 AM)

    Without pretence! ! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 3, 2010

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