Quotes About Pasternak

There was a poem with that mood by Pasternak: "Don't sleep, don't sleep, artist." It sounded better in Russian, because the word for "artist" had three syllables, it was an amphibrach, like "spaghetti," or "appendix." Don't sleep, don't sleep, gorilla, I thought as I went down the elevator to the subway platform.

Don't let my soul be riddled / by deceit: kill it or, / like fog, it will seep through / a heap of white chaff.

Could it be that for a moment of too-broad sympathy he had enslaved himself forever?

And while one early morning, I, Behind the desk, delayed each sentence, The winter came and passed me by With some unrecognized resemblance.

Besides, he had more serious worries. He had suspected for some time that he suffered from an incurable disease.