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by H
About This Novel
Pasternak inherited the great lyric tradition of Russian poetry, and also incorporated the poetic techniques of Symbolism, Acmeism and Futurism, eventually becoming a unique lyrical master. Pasternak's poems were a little obscure in the early days, but later they turned sad and hard, and in his later years they had a strange brightness. His poetry collections mainly include "Crossing the Barrier", "Life, My Sister", "Theme and Variations", "The Second Birth", etc. This collection of poems contains nearly 100 poems by Pasternak from various periods, giving a complete overview of Pasternak's poetry creation.
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Rushing for amnesty, Cursing time like a warden, The withered years are like leaves, Knock on the door to enter the calendared garden fence.
Why do you want me to be happy? Why did you start to be greedy for the fireworks in the world?
The stars should be laughing, the universe is a remote place anyway.
The garden looks at today's time with the eyes of anemones.
I love you more than anything in the world, Beyond all success or setbacks, Because of you, the yellowed old world, It also becomes smoother than white paint.
I pray to you, not as others pray, It doesn't happen often, let alone every week. It's only twice in a hundred years, Pray for a clear retelling of the Creation Word. You must be intolerable to those mixtures, Mixed with divine revelation and human persecution. Why do you want me to be happy? Why did you start to be greedy for the fireworks in the world?
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Official(6)Scraped 2d ago
Rushing for amnesty, Cursing time like a warden, The withered years are like leaves, Knock on the door to enter the calendared garden fence.
Why do you want me to be happy? Why did you start to be greedy for the fireworks in the world?
The stars should be laughing, the universe is a remote place anyway.
The garden looks at today's time with the eyes of anemones.
I love you more than anything in the world, Beyond all success or setbacks, Because of you, the yellowed old world, It also becomes smoother than white paint.
I pray to you, not as others pray, It doesn't happen often, let alone every week. It's only twice in a hundred years, Pray for a clear retelling of the Creation Word. You must be intolerable to those mixtures, Mixed with divine revelation and human persecution. Why do you want me to be happy? Why did you start to be greedy for the fireworks in the world?
