Boris Pasternak

From A Poem

From Early Dawn The Thirtieth Of April…

The Drowsy Garden

Soul

Three Variants

In Everything I Seek To Grasp…

Unique Days

The Weeping Garden

The Spring-It Had Simply Been You

Thunderstorm, Instantaneous Forever

Fiat

Out Of Superstition

When It Clears Up

How Few Are We. Probably Three…

Margarita

On A Fateful Day, An Unlucky Time

You Are Disappointed? You Thought…

Your Picture

White Night

To Boris Pilnyak

Imitators

Things Of Great Worth Shall Come To Pass…

Oh Terrible, Beloved! A Poet’s Loving

I Would Go Home Again—to Rooms…

The Linden Avenue

My Desk Is Not So Wide That I Might Lean

Without A Title

Swifts (2)

The Garden Scatters Burnt-Up Beetles…

Here—now—our Age Of Socialism!…

With Oars At Rest

Wet Paint

The Patient Watches

Feasts

So They Begin. With Two Years Gone…

The Swifts (1)

Try And Don’T Let Me Grieve

I Grew. Foul Weather, Dreams, Forebodings…

Here Will Be Echoes In The Mountains…

Here A Riddle Has Drawn A Strange Nailmark

Humble Home. But Rum, And Charcoal…

The Patient’s Sweater

I Hang Limp On The Creator’s Pen

Marburg

On The Steamer

In Hospital

Nostalgia

Fairy Tale

Winter Sky

Storm-Wind

On Early Trains

Lessons Of English

Ploughing Time

The Steppe

Meeting

A Sultrier Dawn

Spring

Spring (Fragment 3)

In Memory Of Marina Tsvetaeva

Sultry Night