February Poem by Boris Pasternak

February

Rating: 2.9


February. Take ink and weep,
write February as you’re sobbing,
while black Spring burns deep
through the slush and throbbing.


Take a cab. For a clutch of copecks,
through bell-towers’ and wheel noise,
go where the rain-storm’s din breaks,
greater than crying or ink employs.


Where rooks in thousands falling,
like charred pears from the skies,
drop down into puddles, bringing
cold grief to the depths of eyes.


Below, the black shows through,
and the wind’s furrowed with cries:
the more freely, the more truly
then, sobbing verse is realised.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 04 February 2016

Realised with the muse of nature. Thanks for sharing.

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Susan Williams 04 February 2016

Is anyone else floored by this excellence? Nice? Oh, far beyond nice. Let's strive for such greatness when we read the words penned by giants.

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M Asim Nehal 04 February 2016

Nice poem, I liked it, Thanks fr sharing.

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Kim Barney 04 February 2016

If anybody knows about winter in Siberia, it's Boris Pasternak. This verse is the best for me: Where rooks in thousands falling, like charred pears from the skies, drop down into puddles, bringing cold grief to the depths of eyes.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 04 February 2016

Awesome description of happenings in February and bleakness spread in the aftermath. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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Margaret O Driscoll 04 February 2016

Bleakness in February

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