Improvisation Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE GBDBDHDH

I fed out of my hand a flock of keysA
To clapping of wings and shrill cries in flightB
Sleeves up arms out on tiptoe I roseC
At my elbow I felt the nudging of nightB
The dark And the pond and the wash of wavesD
And screeching black beaks in their savage attackE
All quick for the kill not to hunger and dieF
While birds of the species I love you fall backE
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The pond And the dark The pulsating flareG
From pipkins of pitch in the gloom of midnightB
The boat keel nibbled by lapping of wavesD
And birds at my elbow in their wrath and fightB
Night gurgled washed in the gullets of weirsD
And it seemed if the young were unfed by roteH
The hen birds would kill before the rouladesD
Would die in the shrilling the crooked throatH

Boris Pasternak



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