Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Hamlet by Boris Pasternak

I just ran to the library and they had held a copy of Pasternak's book of poems, "My Sister, Life" for me. The public library is a wonderful thing. Do you have libraries in Iran?
It is a beautiful book full of his poetry, in both Russian and English, and teeming with pictures of Russia. What a book of Love! Here is a poem from this book that I thought you might like:

Hamlet

The roaring stops. I walk onstage.
I lean against the doorframe
And try to catch,like Hamlet,
The echo of all that will happen in my time.

The night stares darkly.
And a thousand opera glasses,
On their handles, stare. I implore you,
Abba, Father, take this cup away!

I respect your stubborn planning.
I agree to act this part,
But another play is now unfolding,
Take me off the stage tonight.

The sequences have been arranged,
It is the end, the road is running out.
I am alone among the PHarisees.
To live a life is not to cross a field.

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