Poems by Boris Pasternak
Storm-Wind
... And it shakes them not from mischief, ...
Spring (Fragment 3)
... This white flame wears out the garrets, ...
Oh terrible, beloved! A poet's loving
... Where they rub idle shoulders, crawl like drones, ...
The Wind(Four fragments concerning Blok)
... 4 The horizons sinister, sudden, ...
Feasts
... The floors have all been swept, and everything is dainty, ...
The Road
... Through times and countries, climb and fall, ...
In Hospital
... in its swell A maple-branch, ragged, was bowing ...
It is not seemly to be famous...
... To pencil out whole chunks, whole chapters ...
Herenowour age of socialism!...
... All joined to give their saving strength ...
There'll be no one in the house...
... All alone, Winter's day seen in the space that's ...
Here a riddle has drawn a strange nailmark
... And I drank in long draughts, like the birds, half-unconscious ...
Spring
... Folk-lores in spring will rise and blossom, ...
Venice
... however, While still asleep, I heard a cry - ...
O had I known that thus it happens...
... Your lines with blood in them destroy you, ...
About These Poems
... Then, Christmas jackdaw-like will blink ...
