The pain of disappearance for those who are left behind.
In A Captive of Time: My Years with Pasternak, Pasternak’s mistress, Olga Ivinskaya (on whom he modelled Lara in DrZhivago), writes this of his poetry:
In Pasternak the ‘all-powerful god of detail’ always, it seems, revolted against the idea of turning out verse for its own sake or to convey vague personal moods. If ‘eternal’ themes were to be dealt with yet again, then only by a poet in the true sense of the word – otherwise he should not have the strength of character to touch them at all. Poetry so tightly packed (till it crunched like ice) or distilled into a solution where ‘grains of true prose germinated,’ a poetry in which realistic detail cast a genuine spell – only such poetry was acceptable to Pasternak; but not poetry for which indulgence was required, or for…
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