Poems by Boris Pasternak
My sister Lifes overflowing today
... while, like my heart, splashed on platforms there, ...
Fairy Tale
... Through thick clouds of crimson ...
I grew. Foul weather, dreams, forebodings...
... The days have gone, when, love, you floated ...
Thunderstorm, Instantaneous Forever
... and taking Off his cap at night the thunder ...
Craft
... Light up green screeching ice, fed up with waiting ...
Three Variants
... the garden Has its mouth full of damp nettles: ...
From early dawn the thirtieth of April...
... But with each year more splendid and more spreading ...
Spring Shower
... Whose is the heart whose whole blood shot to glory ...
Marburg
... The paving-stones glowed and the street's brow was swarthy, ...
Try and don't let me grieve
... This wild onslaught of sadness that rumbles like mercury in Torricellian void ...
To the Memory of Demon
... Where the nightmares should boom, where to bar them ...
Definition of Creative Art
... -Against The pawn it brings the mounted knight ...
The spring-it had simply been you
... They lead an old horse to the knacker's yard ...
You are disappointed? You thought...
... That this too would have been of a tortoise-like slowness ...
Margarita
... Like the crazed rainfall's mercury, the foliage among, ...
