On Early Trains Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAC DEFE GHIJ KLMN OPQP ERST QUVW XBYC VZA2Z B2C2D2C2 SPBP E2F2VF2| This winter I was outside Moscow | A |
| But when the time for work came round | B |
| Through the blizzard biting frost and snow | A |
| I made the journey into town | C |
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| At the hour I stepped outside the door | D |
| Not a soul could be seen on the street | E |
| And through the forest darkness drifted forth | F |
| The crunching echo of my tramping feet | E |
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| At the crossing I was greeted | G |
| By the willows of the vacant plot | H |
| The constellations towered above the world | I |
| In the dark chill of January's pit | J |
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| And usually there behind the yards | K |
| The number forty or the early mail | L |
| Would overhaul me pulling hard | M |
| But the six forty five was my own train | N |
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| Suddenly some invisible tentacles | O |
| Would draw into a circle lines of light | P |
| As a massive searchlight hurtled past | Q |
| On to the viaduct out of the night | P |
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| Once in the carriage's tuffy heat | E |
| I would allow myself to sink | R |
| Into the state of innate weakness | S |
| I imbibed with my mother's milk | T |
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| Through all the struggles of the past | Q |
| Through all the years of war and want | U |
| I gazed on Russia'a unique face | V |
| In silent awe and wonderment | W |
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| Passing beyond this adoration | X |
| I worshipped as I looked around | B |
| At countrywomen students workers | Y |
| Living on the edge of town | C |
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| I could not see a single trace | V |
| Of servitude imposed by poverty | Z |
| Each new discomfort and each change | A2 |
| Was borne with lordly dignity | Z |
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| Bunched close together in a group | B2 |
| Boys and girls sat reading there | C2 |
| Struck varied poses as they read | D2 |
| Drinking in the words like vital air | C2 |
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| Moscow greeted us in darkness | S |
| Already lined with silver light | P |
| As we emerged from underground | B |
| Out of the ambiguity of night | P |
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| Our future pressed against the rails | E2 |
| Flooding my senses as they went | F2 |
| With floral soap's lingering trace | V |
| And honey cakes' enticing scent | F2 |
Boris Pasternak
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