Boris Pasternak Comments

Winter night is such a beautiful poem, one of the greatest in Russian. And it is a nightmarish mess in this so-called translation, which sounds like a juvenile rendition of some trite story in a sleepy classroom; in fact, it is an effrontery to the great poet's memory, a feeble attempt to sing a Tchaikovsky " tune" with not even an ear for music.

Of course Boris Pasternak hasn't posted any new poets in the past 14 days. The man is dead!