Requiem Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC B DEFGEHIJFGKF L MNFOPLQRSTUFLIVWLIFX YZFA2B2C2 LF FD2E2D2F2B2RG2BFBB D H2FBFFFI BBN D I2I2H2H2XJ2FF D FFK2FF M RB2L2H2FEM2BBBFN2 M RJ2BIIO2G2LBB2IBLI M NLLB2P2Q2Q2PR MF FFFF N2B2XR2 NNLNS2 MP T2FIB2EB2LLH2B2B2NNN NNIS2 N NB2M2N FU2B2F V2W2X2N2 NXNN FNFNS2 NL IM IN S2 FXFY2F Z2 B2NNNINNMMB2FB2 FH2NIFF FY2NB2NNH2MA3B3FN2B2 B2B2FC3B2D3B2B2| shared all this with my own people | A |
| There where misfortune had abandoned us | B |
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| INSTEAD OF A PREFACE | B |
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| During the frightening years of the Yezhov terror I | D |
| spent seventeen months waiting in prison queues in | E |
| Leningrad One day somehow someone 'picked me out' | F |
| On that occasion there was a woman standing behind me | G |
| her lips blue with cold who of course had never in | E |
| her life heard my name Jolted out of the torpor | H |
| characteristic of all of us she said into my ear | I |
| everyone whispered there 'Could one ever describe | J |
| this ' And I answered 'I can ' It was then that | F |
| something like a smile slid across what had previously | G |
| been just a face | K |
| The st of April in the year Leningrad | F |
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| DEDICATION | L |
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| Mountains fall before this grief | M |
| A mighty river stops its flow | N |
| But prison doors stay firmly bolted | F |
| Shutting off the convict burrows | O |
| And an anguish close to death | P |
| Fresh winds softly blow for someone | L |
| Gentle sunsets warm them through we don't know this | Q |
| We are everywhere the same listening | R |
| To the scrape and turn of hateful keys | S |
| And the heavy tread of marching soldiers | T |
| Waking early as if for early mass | U |
| Walking through the capital run wild gone to seed | F |
| We'd meet the dead lifeless the sun | L |
| Lower every day the Neva mistier | I |
| But hope still sings forever in the distance | V |
| The verdict Immediately a flood of tears | W |
| Followed by a total isolation | L |
| As if a beating heart is painfully ripped out or | I |
| Thumped she lies there brutally laid out | F |
| But she still manages to walk hesitantly alone | X |
| Where are you my unwilling friends | Y |
| Captives of my two satanic years | Z |
| What miracle do you see in a Siberian blizzard | F |
| What shimmering mirage around the circle of the moon | A2 |
| I send each one of you my salutation and farewell | B2 |
| March | C2 |
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| INTRODUCTION | L |
| PRELUDE | F |
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| It happened like this when only the dead | F |
| Were smiling glad of their release | D2 |
| That Leningrad hung around its prisons | E2 |
| Like a worthless emblem flapping its piece | D2 |
| Shrill and sharp the steam whistles sang | F2 |
| Short songs of farewell | B2 |
| To the ranks of convicted demented by suffering | R |
| As they in regiments walked along | G2 |
| Stars of death stood over us | B |
| As innocent Russia squirmed | F |
| Under the blood spattered boots and tyres | B |
| Of the black marias | B |
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| I | D |
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| You were taken away at dawn I followed you | H2 |
| As one does when a corpse is being removed | F |
| Children were crying in the darkened house | B |
| A candle flared illuminating the Mother of God | F |
| The cold of an icon was on your lips a death cold | F |
| sweat | F |
| On your brow I will never forget this I will gather | I |
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| To wail with the wives of the murdered streltsy | B |
| Inconsolably beneath the Kremlin towers | B |
| Autumn Moscow | N |
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| II | D |
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| Silent flows the river Don | I2 |
| A yellow moon looks quietly on | I2 |
| Swanking about with cap askew | H2 |
| It sees through the window a shadow of you | H2 |
| Gravely ill all alone | X |
| The moon sees a woman lying at home | J2 |
| Her son is in jail her husband is dead | F |
| Say a prayer for her instead | F |
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| III | D |
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| It isn't me someone else is suffering I couldn't | F |
| Not like this Everything that has happened | F |
| Cover it with a black cloth | K2 |
| Then let the torches be removed | F |
| Night | F |
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| IV | M |
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| Giggling poking fun everyone's darling | R |
| The carefree sinner of Tsarskoye Selo | B2 |
| If only you could have foreseen | L2 |
| What life would do with you | H2 |
| That you would stand parcel in hand | F |
| Beneath the Crosses three hundredth in | E |
| line | M2 |
| Burning the new year's ice | B |
| With your hot tears | B |
| Back and forth the prison poplar sways | B |
| With not a sound how many innocent | F |
| Blameless lives are being taken away | N2 |
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| V | M |
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| For seventeen months I have been screaming | R |
| Calling you home | J2 |
| I've thrown myself at the feet of butchers | B |
| For you my son and my horror | I |
| Everything has become muddled forever | I |
| I can no longer distinguish | O2 |
| Who is an animal who a person and how long | G2 |
| The wait can be for an execution | L |
| There are now only dusty flowers | B |
| The chinking of the thurible | B2 |
| Tracks from somewhere into nowhere | I |
| And staring me in the face | B |
| And threatening me with swift annihilation | L |
| An enormous star | I |
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| VI | M |
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| Weeks fly lightly by Even so | N |
| I cannot understand what has arisen | L |
| How my son into your prison | L |
| White nights stare so brilliantly | B2 |
| Now once more they burn | P2 |
| Eyes that focus like a hawk | Q2 |
| And upon your cross the talk | Q2 |
| Is again of death | P |
| Spring | R |
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| VII | M |
| THE VERDICT | F |
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| The word landed with a stony thud | F |
| Onto my still beating breast | F |
| Nevermind I was prepared | F |
| I will manage with the rest | F |
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| I have a lot of work to do today | N2 |
| I need to slaughter memory | B2 |
| Turn my living soul to stone | X |
| Then teach myself to live again | R2 |
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| But how The hot summer rustles | N |
| Like a carnival outside my window | N |
| I have long had this premonition | L |
| Of a bright day and a deserted house | N |
| June Summer Fontannyi Dom | S2 |
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| VIII | M |
| TO DEATH | P |
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| You will come anyway so why not now | T2 |
| I wait for you things have become too hard | F |
| I have turned out the lights and opened the door | I |
| For you so simple and so wonderful | B2 |
| Assume whatever shape you wish Burst in | E |
| Like a shell of noxious gas Creep up on me | B2 |
| Like a practised bandit with a heavy weapon | L |
| Poison me if you want with a typhoid exhalation | L |
| Or with a simple tale prepared by you | H2 |
| And known by all to the point of nausea take me | B2 |
| Before the commander of the blue caps and let me | B2 |
| glimpse | N |
| The house administrator's terrified white face | N |
| I don't care anymore The river Yenisey | N |
| Swirls on The Pole star blazes | N |
| The blue sparks of those much loved eyes | N |
| Close over and cover the final horror | I |
| August Fontannyi Dom | S2 |
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| IX | N |
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| Madness with its wings | N |
| Has covered half my soul | B2 |
| It feeds me fiery wine | M2 |
| And lures me into the abyss | N |
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| That's when I understood | F |
| While listening to my alien delirium | U2 |
| That I must hand the victory | B2 |
| To it | F |
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| However much I nag | V2 |
| However much I beg | W2 |
| It will not let me take | X2 |
| One single thing away | N2 |
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| Not my son's frightening eyes | N |
| A suffering set in stone | X |
| Or prison visiting hours | N |
| Or days that end in storms | N |
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| Nor the sweet coolness of a hand | F |
| The anxious shade of lime trees | N |
| Nor the light distant sound | F |
| Of final comforting words | N |
| May Fontannyi Dom | S2 |
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| X | N |
| CRUCIFIXION | L |
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| Weep not for me mother | I |
| I am alive in my grave | M |
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| A choir of angels glorified the greatest hour | I |
| The heavens melted into flames | N |
| To his father he said 'Why hast thou forsaken me ' | - |
| But to his mother 'Weep not for me ' | - |
| Fontannyi Dom | S2 |
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| Magdalena smote herself and wept | F |
| The favourite disciple turned to stone | X |
| But there where the mother stood silent | F |
| Not one person dared to look | Y2 |
| Tashkent | F |
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| EPILOGUE | Z2 |
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| I have learned how faces fall | B2 |
| How terror can escape from lowered eyes | N |
| How suffering can etch cruel pages | N |
| Of cuneiform like marks upon the cheeks | N |
| I know how dark or ash blond strands of hair | I |
| Can suddenly turn white I've learned to recognise | N |
| The fading smiles upon submissive lips | N |
| The trembling fear inside a hollow laugh | M |
| That's why I pray not for myself | M |
| But all of you who stood there with me | B2 |
| Through fiercest cold and scorching July heat | F |
| Under a towering completely blind red wall | B2 |
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| The hour has come to remember the dead | F |
| I see you I hear you I feel you | H2 |
| The one who resisted the long drag to the open window | N |
| The one who could no longer feel the kick of familiar | I |
| soil beneath her feet | F |
| The one who with a sudden flick of her head replied | F |
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| 'I arrive here as if I've come home ' | - |
| I'd like to name you all by name but the list | F |
| Has been removed and there is nowhere else to look | Y2 |
| So | N |
| I have woven you this wide shroud out of the humble | B2 |
| words | N |
| I overheard you use Everywhere forever and always | N |
| I will never forget one single thing Even in new | H2 |
| grief | M |
| Even if they clamp shut my tormented mouth | A3 |
| Through which one hundred million people scream | B3 |
| That's how I wish them to remember me when I am dead | F |
| On the eve of my remembrance day | N2 |
| If someone someday in this country | B2 |
| Decides to raise a memorial to me | B2 |
| I give my consent to this festivity | B2 |
| But only on this condition do not build it | F |
| By the sea where I was born | C3 |
| I have severed my last ties with the sea | B2 |
| Nor in the Tsar's Park by the hallowed stump | D3 |
| Where an inconsolable shadow looks for me | B2 |
| Build it he | B2 |
Anna Akhmatova
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