Boris Pasternak Poems
|4.||‘February. Take ink and weep,’||4/3/2010|
|7.||After The Storm||4/3/2010|
|14.||A Walts With a Tear in It||4/3/2010|
|15.||Beloved, with the spent and sickly fumes...||4/3/2010|
|16.||After the Interval||4/3/2010|
|19.||About These Poems||4/3/2010|
Stars were racing; waves were washing headlands.
Salt went blind, and tears were slowly drying.
Darkened were the bedrooms; thoughts were racing,
And the Sphinx was listening to the desert.
Candles swam. It seemed that the Colossus'
Blood grew cold; upon his lips was spreading
The blue shadow smile of the Sahara.
With the turning tide the night was waning.