Poems by Boris Pasternak
A Walts With a Tear in It
... Creeps in your heart of heartsand there it stays ...
Night
... And night-clubs, barracks, stokers, ...
God's World
... Countries, continents, isthmuses, frontiers, ...
Mary Magdalene I
... And death, and hell, and sulphur burning, ...
The garden scatters burnt-up beetles...
... The garden hangs-a pile construction, ...
Snow Is Falling
... Its all because life wont wait, ...
August
... Which, like stamped gingerbread, lay there and glowed ...
Sparrow Hills
... So the copse planned it, the clearing was told, ...
Storm, Momentary, Forever
... And that instant, gathering whole armfuls ...
Stars were racing
... Candles swam; the rough draft of 'The Prophet' ...
