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He's Gone "After Mushrooms"!

We hope you'll enjoy this delightful poem by Boris Pasternak, poet and author of Doctor Zhivago.



The highway.  Ditches.  Woods.  Deer7jun07smaller_2 

We wander off in light

After mushrooms, and we mark

The mileposts left and right.


We leave the open highway.

We scatter, ranging through

The forest gloom; we ramble

Ankle-deep in dew.


Through thickets deep in dark

The spears of sunlight rush

On brown and yellow mushrooms

Under every bramblebush.


They hide among the stumps

Where birds alight to rest,

And when we lose ourselves,

The shadows guide our quest.


So brief these autumn days

And sunset solitudes,

The twilight has no chance

To linger in the woods.


Our bags and baskets burst

With gathered stock before

We leave for home:  pine mushrooms

Make almost half our store.


Behind our backs the dark

Still forest walls arise,

And, beautiful in death,

The day flames bright and dies.



Maledeer7jun07smaller
A big black tail buck
deer. The smaller set
of antlers, typical of
this species, helps
them get through
our dense forests.

Sincere thanks to Librarian Midge Hayes of the Port Orford Library for tracking down this poem.  It is reproduced on this website through the courtesy of University of Colorado, Boulder, CO 80309

Translated from the Russian by Eugene M. Kayden

Boris Pasternak:  Poems

Second Edition, Revised and Enlarged

The Antioch Press, Yellow Springs, Ohio 1964, LCCN:  63-14379, Pages 244-245

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