Eight Year Old Poet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFGH IJKL MNOP LGQR LSTU VWXY NZLL A2NB2C2 ABD2D E2F2QI B2G2H2D| On the platform in Pasternak's unerased footprints | A |
| leaving behind your own print | B |
| you stand a moment with me in farewell | C |
| eight year old poet | D |
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| I can't understand your origins | E |
| or from which kind of rain you come | F |
| Created almost in a vacuum Nika | G |
| you part the rain with a mere glance | H |
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| You simply stopped being a child | I |
| burning tormenting yourself | J |
| As soon as you learned to stand | K |
| you spat your pacifier into the fire | L |
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| A secret little queen | M |
| you and your crown have grown into one | N |
| Each illness you've survived | O |
| is a heavy jewel in your tiara | P |
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| I fear that you will suddenly shatter | L |
| and the invisible ring | G |
| of the freshly forged white hot crown | Q |
| will scorch your childish bangs | R |
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| A pencil in your fingers is heavier than a scepter | L |
| your notebook has iron pages | S |
| If a chasm opens at your feet | T |
| you have nothing to lose but your childhood | U |
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| Might this be our salvation from a lack of poets | V |
| when children as if from a cliff | W |
| leap directly into the poetry abyss | X |
| to fill up the gap | Y |
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| If elders fear this profession | N |
| children will avenge them | Z |
| Will a nursery bring forth a Homer | L |
| and kindergarten a Shakespeare | L |
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| Children are secret grown ups This torments | A2 |
| All of us are secret children | N |
| and we'll never grow up completely | B2 |
| because we fear the children within | C2 |
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| On the platform in Pasternak's eternal footprints | A |
| leaving behind your own print | B |
| you sigh a deep moan inside | D2 |
| eight year old poet | D |
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| With a burst you skip and run down the platform | E2 |
| flying with girlish delight | F2 |
| but when you stumble on your dropped crown | Q |
| you are no longer a child | I |
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| And from the foot board your eyes call me | B2 |
| into a life where there is no age | G2 |
| Farewell It's too late for me to jump on your train | H2 |
| eight year old poet | D |
Yevgeny Yevtushenko
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