Boris Pasternak

Here you will find the Poem About These Poems of poet Boris Pasternak

About These Poems

On winter pavements I will pound 
Them down with glistening glass and sun, 
Will let the ceiling hear their sound, 
Damp corners-read them, one by one. 

The attic will repeat my themes 
And bow to winter with my lines, 
And send leapfrogging to the beams 
Bad luck and oddities and signs. 

Snow will not monthly sweep and fall 
And cover up beginnings, ends. 
One day I'll suddenly recall: 
The sun exists! Will see new trends, 

Will see-the world is not the same; 
Then, Christmas jackdaw-like will blink 
And with a frosty day explain 
What we, my love and I, should think. 

The window-halves I'll throw apart, 
In muffler from the cold to hide, 
And call to children in the yard, 
'What century is it outside?' 

Who trod a trail towards the door, 
The hole blocked up with sleet and snow, 
The while I smoked with Byron or 
Was having drinks with Edgar Poe? 

While known in Darial or hell 
Or armoury, as friend, I dipped 
Like Lermontov's deep thrill, as well 
My life in vermouth as my lips.