In Hospital Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DECE FGDG HICJ KLML CNON CPQP RSQS TDTD UEDE CVCV EEWE XYZ| They stood almost blocking the pavement | A |
| As though at a window display | B |
| The stretcher was pushed in position | C |
| The ambulance started away | B |
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| Past porches and pavements and people | D |
| It plunged with its powerful light | E |
| Through streets in nocturnal confusion | C |
| Deep into the blackness of night | E |
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| The headlights picked out single faces | F |
| Militiamen stretches of street | G |
| The nurse with a smelling salts phial | D |
| Was rocked to and fro on her seat | G |
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| A drain gurgled drearily Cold rain | H |
| Was falling The hospital clerk | I |
| Took out a fresh form of admission | C |
| And filled it in mark upon mark | J |
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| They gave him a bed by the entrance | K |
| No room in the ward could be found | L |
| Strong iodine vapour pervaded | M |
| The draught from the windows around | L |
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| His window framed part of the garden | C |
| And with it a bit of the sky | N |
| The newcomer studied the floorboards | O |
| The ward and the objects nearby | N |
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| When watching the nurse's expression | C |
| Of doubt in her questioning drive | P |
| He suddenly knew this adventure | Q |
| Would hardly release him alive | P |
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| Then grateful he turned to the window | R |
| Behind which the wall further down | S |
| Was breathing like smouldering tinder | Q |
| Lit up by the glare of the town | S |
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| There far off the city was glowing | T |
| All crimson aflame in its swell | D |
| A maple branch ragged was bowing | T |
| To bid him a silent farewell | D |
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| ' Lord ' he was thinking 'how perfect | U |
| Thy works are how perfect and right | E |
| The walls and the beds and the people | D |
| This death night the city at night | E |
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| 'I drink up a sedative potion | C |
| And weeping my handkerchief trace | V |
| Father the tears of emotion | C |
| Prevent me from seeing Thy face | V |
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| 'Dim light scarcely touches my bedstead | E |
| It gives me such comfort to drift | E |
| And feel that my life and my lot are | W |
| Thy priceless and wonderful gift | E |
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| 'While dying in fading surroundings | X |
| I feel how Thy hands are ablaze | Y |
| The hands that have made me and hold me | Z |
| And hide like a ring in a case ' | - |
Boris Pasternak
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