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Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

Storm-Wind

Storm-Wind


I am finished, but you live on.
And the wind, crying and moaning,
rocks the house and the clearing,
not each pine alone,
but…

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Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

Swifts (2)

Swifts (2)

At twilight the swifts have no power,
to hold back that pale blue coolness.
It bursts from throats, a clamour
an outpour that can’t grow…

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Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

Spring (Fragment 3)

Spring (Fragment 3)

Is it only dirt you notice?
Does the thaw not catch your glance?
As a dapple-grey fine stallion
Does it not through ditches dan…

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Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

Stars were racing

Stars were racing

Stars were racing; waves were washing headlands.
Salt went blind, and tears were slowly drying.
Darkened were the bedrooms; thoughts we…

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Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

Spasskoe

Spasskoe


In Spasskoe, unforgettable September sheds its leaves.
Isn’t it time to close up the summer-house?
Echo traps the thudding of axe-blows in…

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Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

Soul

Soul


My mournful soul, you, sorrowing
For all my friends around,
You have become the burial vault
Of all those hounded down.


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Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

Railway Station

Railway Station

My dear railway station, my treasure
Of meetings and partings, my friend
In times of hard trials and pleasure,
Your favours have be…

509
Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

So they begin. With two years gone...

So they begin. With two years gone...

So they begin. With two years gone
From nurse to countless tunes they scuttle.
They chirp and whistle. Then comes o…

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Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

Out of Superstition

Out of Superstition

A box of glazed sour fruit compact,
My narrow room.
And oh the grime of lodging rooms
This side the tomb!


Thi…

461
Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

Ploughing Time

Ploughing Time

What is the matter with the landscape?
Familiar landmarks are not there.
Ploughed fields, like squares upon a chessboard,
Today are …

540
Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

On Early Trains

On Early Trains

This winter I was outside Moscow,
But when the time for work came round,
Through the blizzard, biting frost and snow,
I made the jo…

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Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

Oh terrible, beloved! A poet's loving

Oh terrible, beloved! A poet's loving

Oh terrible, beloved! A poet's loving
Is a restless god's passionate rage,
And chaos out into the world comes creep…

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Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

Nostalgia

Nostalgia


To give this book a dedication
The desert sickened,
And lions roared, and dawns of tigers
Took hold of Kipling.


A…

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Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

My desk is not so wide that I might lean

My desk is not so wide that I might lean

My desk is not so wide that I might lean
Against the edge and reach out past the shell
Of board and glass, beyon…

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Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

Mary Magdalene I

Mary Magdalene I

As soon as night descends, we meet.
Remorse my memories releases.
The demons of the past compete,
And draw and tear my heart to pi…

537
Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

Meeting

Meeting


The snow will dust the roadway,
And load the roofs still more.
I'll stretch my legs a little:
You're there outside the door.

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Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

March

March


The sun is hotter than the top ledge in a steam bath;
The ravine, crazed, is rampaging below.
Spring -- that corn-fed, husky milkmaid --

436
Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

Lessons of English

Lessons of English

When Desdemona sang a ditty-
In her last hours among the living-
It wasn't love that she lamented,
And not her star-she mourned a …

622
Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

It's spring, I leave a street where poplars...

It's spring, I leave a street where poplars...

It's spring, I leave a street where poplars are astonished,
Where distance is alarmed and the house fears it may…

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Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

Intoxication

Intoxication


Under osiers with ivy ingrown
We are trying to hide from bad weather.
I am clasping your arms in my own,
In one cloak we are hud…

404
Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

In everything I seek to grasp...

In everything I seek to grasp...

In everything I seek to grasp
The fundamental:
The daily choice, the daily task,
The sentimental.


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Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

In Memory of Marina Tsvetaeva

In Memory of Marina Tsvetaeva

Dismal day, with the weather inclement.
Inconsolably rivulets run
Down the porch in front of the doorway;
Through my …

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Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

Imitators

Imitators


A boat came in; the cliff was baked;
The noisy boat-chain fell and clanked on
The sand-an iron rattle-snake,
A rattling rust among …

536
Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

I hang limp on the Creator's pen

I hang limp on the Creator's pen

I hang limp on the Creator's pen
Like a large drop of lilac gloss-paint.


Underneath are dykes' secrets; the …

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