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Boris Pasternak's Poetry, by title

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  • 1918
    Мчались звезды. В море l
    31 lines
  • A Dream
    I dreamt of autumn in the window's twilight,
    And you, a tipsy jesters' throng amidst. '
    16 lines, 2 comments
  • A Sultrier Dawn
    All morning high up on the eaves
    Above your window
    40 lines, 1 comment
  • A tall, strapping shot, you, considerate hunter...
    A tall, strapping shot, you, considerate hunter,
    Phantom with gun at the flood of my soul,
    12 lines
  • A Walts With a Tear in It
    Ah, how I love it in these first few days,
    Fresh from the forest and out of the snow,
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • About These Poems
    On winter pavements I will pound
    Them down with glistening glass and sun,
    28 lines
  • After the Interval
    About three months ago, when first
    Upon our open, unprotected
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • After The Storm
    The air is full of after-thunder freshness,
    And everything rejoices and revives.
    20 lines, 2 comments
  • August
    This was its promise, held to faithfully:
    The early morning sun came in this way
    48 lines, 1 comment
  • Autumn
    I have allowed my family to scatter,
    All those who were my dearest to depart,
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • Autumn Frost
    The morning sun shows like a pillar
    Of fire through smoke on frosty days.
    16 lines
  • Bad Days
    When Passion week started and Jesus
    Came down to the city, that day
    36 lines
  • Beloved, with the spent and sickly fumes...
    Beloved, with the spent and sickly fumes
    Of rumour's cinders all the air is filled,
    20 lines
  • Black spring! Pick up your pen, and weeping...
    Black spring! Pick up your pen, and weeping,
    Of February, in sobs and ink,
    21 lines, 1 comment
  • Change
    I used to glorify the poor,
    Not simply lofty views expressing:
    24 lines
  • Confession
    Life returned with a cause-the way
    Some strange chance once interrupted it.
    41 lines
  • Craft
    When, having finished, I shall move my armchair,
    The page will gasp, awakened from the strain.
    20 lines
  • Crossed Oars
    My boat throbbed in the drowsy depths,
    willows bowed, kissing collarbones,
    26 lines
  • Definition of Creative Art
    With shirt wide open at the collar,
    Maned as Beethoven's bust, it stands;
    16 lines
  • Definition of Poetry
    It's a whistle blown ripe in a trice,
    It's the cracking of ice in a gale,
    16 lines, 4 comments
  • Do not fret, do not cry, do not tax...
    Do not fret, do not cry, do not tax
    Your last strength, and your heart do not torture.
    24 lines
  • Eve
    By water's edge, quiet willows stand,
    And from the steep bank, high noon flings
    28 lines
  • Fairy Tale
    Once, in times forgotten,
    In a fairy place,
    102 lines, 5 comments
  • False Alarm
    From early morning-nonsense
    With tubs and troughs and strain,
    29 lines
  • Feasts
    I drink the gall of skies in autumn, tuberoses'
    Sweet bitterness in your betrayals burning stream;
    16 lines
  • Fiat
    Dawn will set candles guttering.
    It will light up and loose the swifts.
    20 lines
  • First Snow
    Outside the snowstorm spins, and hides
    The world beneath a pall.
    21 lines
  • From A Poem
    I also loved, and the restless breaths
    Of sleeplessness, fluttering through darkness,
    44 lines
  • From early dawn the thirtieth of April...
    From early dawn the thirtieth of April
    Is given up to children of the town,
    36 lines
  • God's World
    Thin as hair are the shadows of sunset
    When they follow drawn-out every tree.
    24 lines
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