August

This was its promise, held to faithfully:
The early morning sun came in this way
Until the angle of its saffron beam

by Boris Pasternak Click to read full poem

Comments (19)

'All those who stood there could distinctly hear A quiet voice emerge from where I lay: The voice was mine, my past; prophetic words That sounded now, unsullied by decay: ' - The stanza that I liked most, of all!
I'd dreamt I saw you coming one by one / Across the wood to wish me your farewell.- - -Simple words to paint such a strong picture
A masterpiece by the great poet. Enjoyed thoroughly. ''Farewell timeless expanse of passing years! Farewell, woman who flung your challenge steeled Against the abyss of humiliations: For it is I who am your battlefield! '..is so beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
'Farewell, you span of open wings outspread, The voluntary obstinacy of flight, O figure of the world revealed in speech, Creative genius, wonder-working might! '. a great poem indeed. tony
The dream of the Lord and the sadness which was Pasternak's Russia.
Such a nice write! Farewell, you span of open wings outspread .... Creative genius, wonder-working might!
Thoughtfully and Beautifully penned last three stanzas- 'Farewell timeless expanse of passing years! Farewell, woman who flung your challenge steeled excellent writing
Open mind and wings too.! 0+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Who else could come up with this- - - - - - - -] with its ochre heat i This is a writer's depths that we see at work here.
A finely crafted work of art. A masterpiece of visual clarity and literary force. A privilege to read and aspire to.
Open wings! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Extremely fantastic portrayal of nature and a narrative dedicated to the afflictions of the past. Thanks. I would like to quote the following quatrain for its sheer beauty of expression and eternal philosophy: There in the churchyard underneath the trees, Like some surveyor from the government Death gazed on my pale face to estimate How large a grave would suit my measurement.
This August poem of Pasternak reminds me of the Elegy poem written by Thomas Grey!
Awesome drop. Each stanza is a beauty in itself. The flow, the rhyming and the story is simply amazing. Enjoyed.Congrats.
Beautiful depiction with nice penmanship. Congratulation to his soul.
A totally beautiful compilation of amazing clarity and an incredible working of the English language. A true Poets Poem.
Enthralling with multiple themes; transfiguration, love battles, transience and echoes of life receding.
Very interesting poem..... Thanks for posting........
'Farewell, you span of open wings outspread, The voluntary obstinacy of flight, O figure of the world revealed in speech, Creative genius, wonder-working might! '