That is profound and moving. :)

Удивительно умел смотреть на мир,на любое явление и рассказывать образами.Начинаешь невольно смотреть его глазами.=))

Очень-очень!!!

Lovely, lovely, poem. Wonderful But the icon is, well where did you find that?? IS that Jeremy?

really a beautiful poem. :))

Here is the translation by Henry Kamen from the Oxford parallel edition of Pasternak's later poems published in 1962:

The tumult stills. I stand upon the stage
Against a door-post, dimly reckoning
From traces of a distantly heard echo
What my unfinished lifetime may yet bring.

The black of night pours from these opera glasses
That in their thousands train their sights on me:
But, Abba, Father, if it be your will,
Remove this chalice in your clemency.

Unswervingly your purpose holds my love,
This role you've set I am content to play;
But now a different drama takes the scene:
Spare me this once the treading of your way.

And yet the order of the acts is planned,
The way's end destinate and unconcealed.
Alone. Now is the time of Pharisees.
To live is not like walking through a field.

He wisely doesn't attempt to use rhyme. The transaltions in this volume read very well (though I unfortunately don't read Russian so cannot compare them with the originals; I have yet to come across any readable translations of Pasternak's earlier poems, perhaps because they are untransaltable, even to to the extent that any poetry is translatable.

Yes, this book, entitled 'In the Interlude', contains Pasternak's poems from 1945 to 1960; I don't usually like to read poetry in translation, but this is good.