Boris Pasternak

(10 February 1890 - 30 May 1960 / Moscow)

August


This was its promise, held to faithfully:
The early morning sun came in this way
Until the angle of its saffron beam
Between the curtains and the sofa lay,

And with its ochre heat it spread across
The village houses, and the nearby wood,
Upon my bed and on my dampened pillow
And to the corner where the bookcase stood.

Then I recalled the reason why my pillow
Had been so dampened by those tears that fell-
I'd dreamt I saw you coming one by one
Across the wood to wish me your farewell.

You came in ones and twos, a straggling crowd;
Then suddenly someone mentioned a word:
It was the sixth of August, by Old Style,
And the Transfiguration of Our Lord.

For from Mount Tabor usually this day
There comes a light without a flame to shine,
And autumn draws all eyes upon itself
As clear and unmistaken as a sign.

But you came forward through the tiny, stripped,
The pauperly and trembling alder grove,
Into the graveyard's coppice, russet-red,
Which, like stamped gingerbread, lay there and glowed.

And with the silence of those high treetops
Was neighbour only the imposing sky
And in the echoed crowing of the cocks
The distances and distances rang by:

There in the churchyard underneath the trees,
Like some surveyor from the government
Death gazed on my pale face to estimate
How large a grave would suit my measurement.

All those who stood there could distinctly hear
A quiet voice emerge from where I lay:
The voice was mine, my past; prophetic words
That sounded now, unsullied by decay:

'Farewell, wonder of azure and of gold
Surrounding the Transfiguration's power:
Assuage now with a woman's last caress
The bitterness of my predestined hour!

'Farewell timeless expanse of passing years!
Farewell, woman who flung your challenge steeled
Against the abyss of humiliations:
For it is I who am your battlefield!

'Farewell, you span of open wings outspread,
The voluntary obstinacy of flight,
O figure of the world revealed in speech,
Creative genius, wonder-working might!'

Submitted: Saturday, April 03, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (August by Boris Pasternak )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. debris, oskar hansen
  2. Les Éventails, Portraits of Passion, Nathalie Handal
  3. The Hooked & Crooked Men As The Communis.., Bijay Kant Dubey
  4. Star chat........., SALINI NAIR
  5. Chicane, Col Muhamad Khalid Khan
  6. Just A Few Simple Words, Electric Lady
  7. Pen And Pun Of It, Rites Ghosh
  8. Be One, Col Muhamad Khalid Khan
  9. POITIERS AND BEYOND., Terry Collett
  10. Jadavpur Universiy Campus Turf, Romeo An.., Bijay Kant Dubey

Poem of the Day

poet Sir John Suckling

Dost see how unregarded now
That piece of beauty passes?
There was a time when I did vow
To that alone;
But mark the fate of faces;
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Elizabeth Bishop

 

Member Poem

Trending Poems

  1. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  2. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  3. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  4. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
  5. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  6. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
  7. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  8. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  9. Carpe Diem, William Shakespeare
  10. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love .., Pablo Neruda

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]