besides your voice,
your face, your warm
palms, your heart
trembling when
whispers caress
my ear, flooding my
blood like a skilled
sculptor ready to
break the marble,
so that angels can
come out to take
my hand: - let’s go
my child, come,
let's fly to the
nest of stars,
in the air, crushing
your chest,
- let's go
this is just a dream
Categories:
pasternak, love,
Form: Free verse
Eyes drifting
In waiting,
Silently,
Gazing
In vain,
Despite it,
He enlarged them
Widely opened, as if
Searched for something interesting,
Very
Carefully,
Silently,
Like a lazy bear, he put it on the old wooden table.
Carefully,
refolding
his courage
lifting up
ferrous arms
stripping
Carefully,
a tinny piece,
rolling himself,
In still noise
a cigarette of
Powerful
low-graded
rustika,
a variety of
great purge
hunger
killing
good reason,
One pack a day
It helped, like hell
Helped.
It helped survive
the cold,
and everyday
toil when
soldiers and ants
starved,
Makhorka,
insecticide
of freedom.
Silently,
Looking in vain,
Despite it,
He kept them
widely opened,
Carefully,
Silently.
Categories:
pasternak, allegory, childhood, destiny, loss,
Form: Free verse
David Pasternak:
For scoring goals, he really has a knack.
With him, I only have one beef:
He scored the goal that sank my Maple Leafs!!!
Categories:
pasternak, hockey, humor,
Form: Clerihew
B-ecause
O-f
R-ays
I-t
S-hines
P-leasantly
A-llowing
S-kyway
T-o
E-xpress
R-adiant
N-ature
A-nd
K-nowledge
Topic: Poet (Boris Pasternak)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
pasternak, poets,
Form: Acrostic
It was the snow over the earth
in every edge,
the candle burned on desk, of course,
it waited change.
Like summer midges in the swarm
that fly to fire,
the snowflakes flew from yard to warm
near window frame pyre.
The blizzard made some booms and balls
on glass of window,
the candle burned on desk, of course,
like lonely widow.
And all the shades were falling down
on painted ceiling,
Crosses of arms and legs and gown
of Fate and feeling.
Two shoes were falling on the floor
with knocking sound,
And wax tears from a night light's core
dripped on the dress and ground.
And everything was getting lost
with white-gray snowing,
the candle burned on desk, of course,
and it was glowing.
The candle was blown from the nook,
Seducing fever
was like an angel wings, their look
was like wild river.
All month snow February was
all night and, rather,
the candle burned on desk, of course,
and nothing other.
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Boris Pasternak
Categories:
pasternak, allusion, emotions, february, feelings,
Form: Lyric
You are blameless to not swim,
Where water is ingenuously cool,
Too cool for fish to frolic,
Whoever heard of a Procrustean waterbed?
I am taking swimming lessons at the J.C.C.,
From Pasternak and Yevtushenko.
Cool water with cool air generates no breeze,
Calm as a dish.
The pen is mightier than the sword,
And even works as a good oar,
When there is no wind,
And sails luff.
© Chaim Wilson
Categories:
pasternak, water,
Form: Free verse