Monday, April 7, 2014

Boris Pasternak (1890 - 1960)


The murmurs ebb; onto the stage I enter.
I am trying, standing in the door,
To discover in the distant echoes
What the coming years may hold in store.

The nocturnal darkness with a thousand
Binoculars is focused onto me.
Take away this cup, O Abba Father,
Everything is possible to Thee.

I am fond of this Thy stubborn project,
And to play my part I am content.
But another drama is in progress,
And, this once, O let me be exempt.

But the plan of action is determined,
And the end irrevocably sealed.
I am alone; all round me drowns in falsehood:
Life is not a walk across a field. 

1 comment:

  1. representar hamlet é de facto complicado e arriscado, utilizando uma verdade paliciana, só o próprio hamlet representa bem hamlet, gostaria de o ver em pessoa, na rua, no café, numa reunião, alguem sabe onde vive e qual o contacto?