Like a beast in a pen, I'm cut off
From my friends, freedom, the Sun.
But the hunters are gaining ground;
I've nowhere else to run.


Selected Poems (1983) - Nobel Prize

Boris Pasternak Quotes

Like a beast in a pen, I'm cut off From my friends, freedom, the Sun. But the hunters are gaining ground; I've nowhere else to run.

Like a beast in a pen, I'm cut off From my friends, freedom, the Sun. But the hunters are gaining ground; I've nowhere else to run.

Like a beast in a pen, I'm cut off From my friends, freedom, the Sun. But the hunters are gaining ground; I've nowhere else to run.

Like a beast in a pen, I'm cut off From my friends, freedom, the Sun. But the hunters are gaining ground; I've nowhere else to run.