The Execution Of Stenka Razin Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEDAFEAGHEDIFEJDK EDDDDELDMNOPQDDERDRS STFUDAGEHPVWDXVWYYZX A2YDB2ADDC2AD2C2YAE2 F2WDEG2FH2TI2FDDJ2DD K2DFL2EGPDFM2DGWXWDD FDN2FK2DGDFDO2FJEGDI DP2Q2DAR2E2 S2| In Moscow the white walled capital | A |
| a thief runs with a poppy seed loaf down the street | B |
| He is not afraid of being lynched today | C |
| There isn't time for loaves | D |
| They are bringing Stenka Razin | E |
| The tsar is milking a little bottle of malmsey | D |
| before the Swedish mirror he squeezes a pimple | A |
| and tries on an emerald seal ring | F |
| and into the square They are bringing Stenka Razin | E |
| Like a little barrel following a fat barrel | A |
| a baby boyar rolls along after his mother | G |
| gnawing a bar of toffee with his baby teeth | H |
| Today is a holiday They are bringing Stenka Razin | E |
| A merchant shoves his way in flatulent with peas | D |
| Two buffoons come rushing at a gallop | I |
| Drunkard rogues come mincing | F |
| They are bringing Stenka Razin | E |
| Old men scabs all over them hardly alive | J |
| thick cords round their necks | D |
| mumbling something dodder along | K |
| They are bringing Stenka Razin | E |
| And shameless girls also | D |
| jumping up tipsy from their sleeping mats | D |
| with cucumber smeared over their faces | D |
| come trotting up with an itch in their thighs | D |
| They are bringing Stenka Razin | E |
| And with screams from wives of the Royal Guard | L |
| amid spitting from all sides | D |
| on a ramshackle cart | M |
| he comes sailing in a white shirt | N |
| He is silent all covered with the spit of the mob | O |
| he does not wipe it away only grins wryly | P |
| smiles at himself 'Stenka Stenka you are like a branch | Q |
| that has lost its leaves | D |
| How you wanted to enter Moscow | D |
| And here you are entering Moscow now | E |
| All right then spit Spit Spit | R |
| after all it's a free show | D |
| Good people you always spit | R |
| at those who wish you well | S |
| I so much wished you well | S |
| on the shores of Persia | T |
| and then again when flying | F |
| down the Volga on a boat | U |
| What had I known Somebody's eyes | D |
| a saber a sail and the saddle | A |
| I wasn't much of a scholar | G |
| Perhaps this was what let me down | E |
| The tsar's scribe beat me deliberately across the teeth | H |
| repeating fervently | P |
| 'Decided to go against the people did you | V |
| You'll find out about against ' | W |
| I held my own without lowering my eyes | D |
| I spat my answer with my blood | X |
| 'Against the boyars true | V |
| Against the people no ' | W |
| I do not renounce myself | Y |
| I have chosen my own fate myself | Y |
| Before you the people I repent | Z |
| but not for what the tsar's scribe wanted | X |
| My head is to blame | A2 |
| I can see sentencing myself | Y |
| I was halfway against things | D |
| when I ought to have gone to the very end | B2 |
| No it is not in this I have sinned my people | A |
| for hanging boyars from the towers | D |
| I have sinned in my own eyes in this | D |
| that I hanged too few of them | C2 |
| I have sinned in this that in a world of evil | A |
| I was a good idiot | D2 |
| I sinned in this that being an enemy of serfdom | C2 |
| I was something of a serf myself | Y |
| I sinned in this that I thought of doing battle | A |
| for a good tsar | E2 |
| There are no good tsars fool | F2 |
| Stenka you are perishing for nothing ' | W |
| Bells boomed over Moscow | D |
| They are leading Stenka to the place of execution | E |
| In front of Stenka in the rising wind | G2 |
| the leather apron of the headsman is flapping | F |
| and in his hands above the crowd | H2 |
| is a blue ax blue as the Volga | T |
| And streaming silvery along the blade | I2 |
| boats fly boats like seagulls in the morning | F |
| And over the snouts pig faces and ugly mugs | D |
| of tax collectors and money changers | D |
| like light through the fog | J2 |
| Stenka saw faces | D |
| Distance and space was in those faces | D |
| and in their eyes morosely independent | K2 |
| as if in smaller secret Volgas | D |
| Stenka's boats were sailing | F |
| It's worth bearing it all without a tear | L2 |
| to be on the rack and wheel of execution | E |
| if sooner or later | G |
| faces sprout threateningly | P |
| on the face of the faceless ones | D |
| And calmly obviously he hadn't lived for nothing | F |
| Stenka laid his head down on the block | M2 |
| settled his chin in the chopped out hollow | D |
| and with the back of his head gave the order | G |
| 'Strike ax ' | W |
| The head started rolling burning in its blood | X |
| and hoarsely the head spoke 'Not for nothing ' | W |
| And along the ax there were no longer ships | D |
| but little streams little streams | D |
| Why good folk are you standing not celebrating | F |
| Caps into sky and dance | D |
| But the Red Square is frozen stiff | N2 |
| the halberds are scarcely swaying | F |
| Even the buffoons have fallen silent | K2 |
| Amid the deadly silence | D |
| fleas jumped over | G |
| from peasants' jackets onto women's robes | D |
| The square had understood something | F |
| The square took off their caps | D |
| and the bells struck three times seething with rage | O2 |
| But heavy from its bloody forelock | F |
| the head was still rocking alive | J |
| From the blood wet place of execution | E |
| there where the poor were | G |
| the head threw looks about like anonymous letters | D |
| Bustling the poor trembling priest ran up | I |
| wanting to close Stenka's eyelids | D |
| But straining frightful as a beast | P2 |
| the pupils pushed away his hand | Q2 |
| On the tsar's head chilled by those devilish eyes | D |
| the Cap of Monomakh began to tremble | A |
| and savagely not hiding anything of his triumph | R2 |
| Stenka's head burst out laughing at the tsar | E2 |
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| Translated by Tina Tupikina Glaessner Geoffrey Dutton and Igor Mezhakoff Koriakin revised | S2 |
Yevgeny Yevtushenko
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