Here you will find the Poem A tall, strapping shot, you, considerate hunter... of poet 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.
