Poems by Boris Pasternak
The Weeping Garden
... splashing a branch, like lace, on the window, ...
After The Storm
... Meanwhile the shades of sky are growing lighter, ...
Without A Title
... Why d'you fill your eyes with such sadness ...
In everything I seek to grasp...
... My verse should breathe the fresh-clipped hedge, ...
Imitators
... The noisy boat-chain fell and clanked on ...
From A Poem
... A shepherd, goggle-eyed as though from snuffing candles, ...
Crossed Oars
... Isnt its meaning clasping the sky, ...
Winter Nears
... And I found you always my favourite reading ...
Mary Magdalene II
... But three days-such days and nights will pass- ...
Sultry Night
... The sighs and moans, their posts deserting, ...
Spasskoe
... The comic, on the night of his death, typhus-stricken, ...
On a fateful day, an unlucky time
... Seems it's dumb, this enquiring of needles and trees ...
Autumn
... When life has depths worse than disease can reach, ...
Beloved, with the spent and sickly fumes...
... Now, in the sweep of country plots and roads, ...
Parting
... On the floor In frantic haste she'd scattered ...
