Boris Pasternak

(10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)

O Had I Known That Thus It Happens... - Poem by Boris Pasternak

O had I known that thus it happens,
When first I started, that at will
Your lines with blood in them destroy you,
Roll up into your throat and kill,

My answer to this kind of joking
Had been a most decisive 'no'.
So distant was the start, so timid
The first approach-what could one know?

But older age is Rome, demanding
From actors not a gaudy blend
Of props and reading, but in earnest
A tragedy, with tragic end.

A slave is sent to the arena
When feeling has produced a line.
Tnen breathing soil and fate take over
And art has done and must resign.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 3, 2010



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