Boris Pasternak

(10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)

A Tall, Strapping Shot, You, Considerate Hunter... - Poem by Boris Pasternak

A tall, strapping shot, you, considerate hunter,
Phantom with gun at the flood of my soul,
Do not destroy me now as a traitor,
As fodder for feeling, crumbled up small!

Grant me destruction rising and soaring,
Dress me at night in the willow and ice.
Start me, I pray, from the reeds in the morning,
Finish me off with one shot in my flight,

And for this lofty and resonant parting
Thank you. Forgive me, I kiss you, oh hands
Of my neglected, my disregarded
Homeland, my diffidence, family, friends.


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  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (6/5/2014 10:37:00 AM)

    What an amazing way of writting (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 3, 2010



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