Yes, winter is right behind my window. And this poem is a favorite of so many people. Besides, it was Pasternak's birthday. Very atmospheric day. Thank you.
My thanks to Kelly Trost, Elizabeth, OORSierra Sierra, Joama Chavez, MetalMoomin, and World Politics for reading and liking Pasternak's poem. I appreciate your love for the Russian poet.
I am so grateful to Putin's Pussy, Richard Walker, Glenys Murname, Anna Keller, Konstantin Asimonov, Jessica Gasbarro, Victoria Gordona, Sodak, Williamphaynes, Mosby Woods, and others, who read and liked Boris Pasternak's poem. Thanks, all!
Thank you, I thought of asking you to translate it, but it was too late, it was Pasternak's birthday. But maybe you translate it and post it in your Substak, Chen, because I am sure your poetic translation will be much better than mine, only comprehensible.
Portia, I found out about it when I looked for Ol'ga's reaction to this poem in her book A Captive ot Time. My Years with Pastrenak. I remembered that they met in the fall of 1946, so I thought it is about their first night together, Crossing of ... Fate of Crossing...
LR, I see the burning candle. The burning candle that burns in so many ways. I just escaped a place that stole all I had and poisoned me. My computer was destroyed there, poems can maybe be retrieved as I still have the broken computer. I am recovering with relatives. Very hard to talk to hearts of sand. I start to slowly forgive as anger is released. Reading the Bible and finding peace therein. Stay SAFE.
Ragna, I am so sorry that I brought your pain back with this. Ol'ga's love was never diminished because all her destroyed years in prison were punishment of the Soviet government, not her lover. Yes, the tragedies always depend on the character of the other. I am glad to hear that you are recovering. May I say, God bless you, if I don't believe in god, but my darling grandma believed, and it helped her in her very hard life.
Yes. Thank you for the blessing, LR. It is reciprocated.
I realized the poems I lost are not lost since what generates from within stays there. Slowly they materialize anew, this time on paper. Amen.
Yesterday I was ordered to a "meeting" that is supposed to take place today. I know I have to act, put up a silly facade, pretend to be what I am not in order to not get thrown out of where I am now. It is a game, a time consuming energy waste, they want to see me bow my head in submission. "You have an attitude," they tell me not realizing it is everything "an attitude" is not. I wonder what Ol´ga did not to explode in anger, I try to balance myself with The Word of Christ, cuddling my cat Fighter and reading The Brothers Karamazov. The inner voice is so much stronger than their outer filth. Yes, it is a candle that burns steady. Steady.
Ragna, You exchange the meaning of a happy poem with something very hard that happened in your life. Ol'ga's life was actually tragic, not only because of two prison terms, but also because of her daughter's prison term. They both loved the poet, and that love saved them. I hope you find someone who helps you.
My thanks go to Tomas Carruthers, JustvKkayla, and 37 others(?) who read and liked Boris Pasternak's Winter Night.
Wonderful! Wintery atmosphere and reflection.
Yes, winter is right behind my window. And this poem is a favorite of so many people. Besides, it was Pasternak's birthday. Very atmospheric day. Thank you.
My thanks to Kelly Trost, Elizabeth, OORSierra Sierra, Joama Chavez, MetalMoomin, and World Politics for reading and liking Pasternak's poem. I appreciate your love for the Russian poet.
gorgeous
I am so grateful to Putin's Pussy, Richard Walker, Glenys Murname, Anna Keller, Konstantin Asimonov, Jessica Gasbarro, Victoria Gordona, Sodak, Williamphaynes, Mosby Woods, and others, who read and liked Boris Pasternak's poem. Thanks, all!
This is beautiful, Larisa. Thank you.
Yes, Sam. B. Pasternak was a better poet, than a writer.
Thank you for reading.
Thank you for this ❤️
Thank you, I thought of asking you to translate it, but it was too late, it was Pasternak's birthday. But maybe you translate it and post it in your Substak, Chen, because I am sure your poetic translation will be much better than mine, only comprehensible.
I loved it, actually. Yours. But thank you, dear Larisa. I need to dare..so to say❤️
DARE! I would be only glad, dear! Look, how many people love Pasternak!
Precisely. Wouldn't want to spoil the poem for them
But maybe I'll try. Thank you for your faith in me, dear Larisa💕
I love this poem so much! Yesterday, February 10, was Pasternak's birthday, what an apt way to celebrate the great poet. Thanks, Larisa!
Portia, I found out about it when I looked for Ol'ga's reaction to this poem in her book A Captive ot Time. My Years with Pastrenak. I remembered that they met in the fall of 1946, so I thought it is about their first night together, Crossing of ... Fate of Crossing...
A love that becomes mystical (the angel's wings in the shape of the Cross).
LR, I see the burning candle. The burning candle that burns in so many ways. I just escaped a place that stole all I had and poisoned me. My computer was destroyed there, poems can maybe be retrieved as I still have the broken computer. I am recovering with relatives. Very hard to talk to hearts of sand. I start to slowly forgive as anger is released. Reading the Bible and finding peace therein. Stay SAFE.
Ragna, I am so sorry that I brought your pain back with this. Ol'ga's love was never diminished because all her destroyed years in prison were punishment of the Soviet government, not her lover. Yes, the tragedies always depend on the character of the other. I am glad to hear that you are recovering. May I say, God bless you, if I don't believe in god, but my darling grandma believed, and it helped her in her very hard life.
Yes. Thank you for the blessing, LR. It is reciprocated.
I realized the poems I lost are not lost since what generates from within stays there. Slowly they materialize anew, this time on paper. Amen.
Yesterday I was ordered to a "meeting" that is supposed to take place today. I know I have to act, put up a silly facade, pretend to be what I am not in order to not get thrown out of where I am now. It is a game, a time consuming energy waste, they want to see me bow my head in submission. "You have an attitude," they tell me not realizing it is everything "an attitude" is not. I wonder what Ol´ga did not to explode in anger, I try to balance myself with The Word of Christ, cuddling my cat Fighter and reading The Brothers Karamazov. The inner voice is so much stronger than their outer filth. Yes, it is a candle that burns steady. Steady.
Ragna, You exchange the meaning of a happy poem with something very hard that happened in your life. Ol'ga's life was actually tragic, not only because of two prison terms, but also because of her daughter's prison term. They both loved the poet, and that love saved them. I hope you find someone who helps you.
Thank you for confirming what I know. Thank you for your words - they helped. God bless you. Amen.