Prologue Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHGIJKLMNOPCQR SSTUVJERTWXYYZA2TB2K C2D2KA2E2TYYF2YG2JYH 2G2I2J2K2YL2M2YN2O2K 2P2K2KQ2 K2| I'm many sided | A |
| I'm overworked | B |
| and idle too | C |
| I have a goal | D |
| and yet I'm aimless | E |
| I don't all of me fit in | F |
| I'm awkward | G |
| shy and rude | H |
| nasty and good natured | G |
| I love it | I |
| when one thing follows another | J |
| and so much of everything is mixed in me | K |
| from west to east | L |
| from envy to delight | M |
| I know you'll ask | N |
| 'What about the overall goal ' | O |
| There's tremendous value in this all | P |
| I'm indispensable to you | C |
| I'm heaped as high | Q |
| as a truck with fresh mown hay | R |
| I fly through voices | S |
| through branches | S |
| light and chirping | T |
| and butterflies flutter in my eyes | U |
| and hay pushes out of cracks | V |
| I greet all movement Ardor | J |
| and eagerness triumphant eagerness | E |
| Frontiers are in my way | R |
| It is embarrassing | T |
| for me not to know Buenos Aires and New York | W |
| I want to walk at will | X |
| through London | Y |
| and talk with everyone | Y |
| even in broken English | Z |
| I want to ride | A2 |
| through Paris in the morning | T |
| hanging on to a bus like a boy | B2 |
| I want art to be | K |
| as diverse as myself | C2 |
| and what if art be my torment | D2 |
| and harass me | K |
| on every side | A2 |
| I am already by art besieged | E2 |
| I've seen myself in every everything | T |
| I feel kin to Yesenin | Y |
| and Walt Whitman | Y |
| to Mussorgsky grasping the whole stage | F2 |
| and Gauguin's pure virgin line | Y |
| I like | G2 |
| to use my skates in winter | J |
| and scribbling with a pen | Y |
| spend sleepless nights | H2 |
| I like | G2 |
| to defy an enemy to his face | I2 |
| and bear a woman across a stream | J2 |
| I bite into books and carry firewood | K2 |
| pine | Y |
| seek something vague | L2 |
| and in the August heat I love to crunch | M2 |
| cool scarlet slices of watermelon | Y |
| I sing and drink | N2 |
| giving no thought to death | O2 |
| with arms outspread | K2 |
| I fall upon the grass | P2 |
| and if in this wide world I come to die | K2 |
| then it's certain to be | K |
| from sheer joy that I live | Q2 |
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| Translated by George Reavey revised | K2 |
Yevgeny Yevtushenko
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