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No bad man can be a good poet.

Boris Pasternak

He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.
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Himself Natural Tragedy
As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world.
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Erupt Explosion Myself Understand Wonderful World
Yet the order of the acts is planned And the end of the way inescapable. I am alone; all drowns in the Pharisees’ hypocrisy.
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Act End Escape Hypocrisy One Liner Order Planning
Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.
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Beyond Country Death Equality Myself
No single man makes history. History cannot be seen just as one cannot see grass growing.
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Growth History Man Sight
And why is it, thought Lara, that my fate is to see everything and take it all so much to heart?
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Fate Feeling Heart Myself Sensitive
You and I, it’s as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.
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Heaven Kissing Myself Teaching
What for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but the irresistible power of unarmed truth.
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Man Power Resist Truth
He comes as a guest to the feast of existence, and knows that what matters is not how much he inherits but how he behaves at the feast, and what people remember and love him for.
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Existence Himself Inheritance Love People Remember
Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed.
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Astonish Gratitude Proud Touch
Salvation lies not in the faithfulness to forms, but in the liberation from them.
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Faith Form Liberty Loyalty Lying
Our evenings are farewells. Our parties are testaments. So that the secret stream of suffering. May warm the cold of life.
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Cold Life Ourselves Secret Stream Suffering Warm
No bad man can be a good poet.
BORIS PASTERNAK

Bad Goodness Man One Liner Poet
I am caught like a beast at bay. Somewhere are people, freedom, light, But all I hear is the baying of the pack, There is no way out for me.
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Freedom Light Myself People
Most people experience love, without noticing that there is anything remarkable about it.
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Experience Notice People Remark
She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.
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Earth Enchant Herself Magic Wild

No bad man can be a good poet.

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