Doctor Zhivago

by Boris Pasternak

The change in him is suggested by the two versions of the poem “Hamlet” that he wrote in 1946. The first, written in February, before the denunciations of Akhmatova and Zoshchenko, has just two stanzas: Here I am. I step out on the stage. Leaning against a doorpost, I try to catch the echoes in the distance Of what will happen in my age. It is the noise of acts played far away. I take part in all five. I am alone. All drowns in pharisaism. Life is no stroll through a field. The second, written in late 1946, consists of four stanzas: The hum dies down. I step out on the stage. Leaning against a doorpost, I try to catch the echoes from far off Of what my age is bringing. The night’s darkness focuses on me Thousands of opera glasses. Abba Father, if only it can be, Let this cup pass me by. I love the stubbornness of your intent And agree to play this role. But now a different drama’s going on, Spare me, then, this once. But the order of the acts has been thought out, And leads to just one end. I’m alone, all drowns in pharisaism. Life is no stroll through a field.