DPF / Pasternak

One thing I’ve noticed in attempting not to repeat anyone until I can’t take not going back to Berryman, for one example, is that the number of poets in the world, those here and those here only in print, will continue to exceed the days with new poets appearing daily. Russian Nobel laureate Pasternak, of course, is not one of these “new poets,” but as Alice Fulton’s quote goes, “It will be new//whether you make it new/or not.” This one’s from his Penguin Selected Poems (1983). More here:

from The Weeping Garden / by Boris Pasternak (1890–1960) translated by Jon Stallworthy and Peter France

It’s terrible: dripping and listening
If it’s as much alone as ever —