Boris Pasternak

(10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)

‘like A Brazier’s Bronze Cinders,’ - Poem by Boris Pasternak

Like a brazier’s bronze cinders,
the sleepy garden’s beetles flowing.
Level with me, and my candle,
a flowering world is hanging.

As if into unprecedented faith,
I cross into this night,
where the poplar’s beaten grey
veils the moon’s rim from sight.

Where the pond’s an open secret,
where apple-trees whisper of waves,
where the garden hanging on piles,
holds the sky before its face.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 3, 2010



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