Poems by Boris Pasternak
Hops
... our shoulders and my hands around your waist ...
March
... d with the chattering of rills that never sleep!All doors are flung open -- in stable and in cowbarn ...
Winter Night
... To beat against the window paneThe blizzard sculptured on the glass ...
Wind
... For you with words of grief and longing, ...
Unique Days
... That time had stopped, there grew in years ...
July
... With linden-blossom, grass and beet-leaves, ...
When It Clears Up
... The wind dies down, the distance lightens, ...
February. Take ink and weep,
... Take a cab. For a clutch of copecks, ...
Confession
... Are still wearing down their shoes at night ...
The Swifts (1)
... It burst from their breasts, from their throats, under strain ...
After the Interval
... I sharpened pencils, played with clips, ...
The Linden Avenue
... Here, with their crowns each other hiding, ...
Humble home. But rum, and charcoal...
... No more waves of housecoats: questions, ...
Eve
... And from the steep bank, high noon flings ...
1918
... Candles swam; the rough draft of 'The Prophet' ...
