The Mail Cutter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFGH IJII KILI IMIN OIII IIPI QIR LIIL IIIS TUVQ WQII IXIY IZII QII IIA2I IIII LB2WI A2The ice had not even begun to break | A |
no boat could possibly sail yet | B |
but the letters lay in a pile at the post office | C |
with all their requests and instructions | D |
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Among them trying vainly to leave | E |
in the scrawls of fishermen | F |
were reproaches complaints cries | G |
awkward confessions of love | H |
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In vain the huskies gazed out to sea | I |
searching the waves through the fog | J |
lying like gray hillocks | I |
on the bottoms of overturned boats | I |
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But like a ghost dreamed up | K |
from the desperate monotony | I |
the ice covered mail boat | L |
showed her gray masts | I |
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She was beaten up and dirty | I |
but to the fishing village | M |
her chilly husky voice | I |
sounded like the sweetest music | N |
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And the gloomy sailors throwing us a line | O |
to the shore like Vikings | I |
silently skillfully | I |
carried canvas sacks full of people's souls | I |
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And again the ship went out tiredly | I |
her hull breaking the ice with difficulty | I |
and I sat in her dank hold | P |
among the piled sacks | I |
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Tormented I searched for an answer | Q |
with all my restless conscience | I |
'Just what am I in fact | R |
and where am I going ' | - |
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Can it be I am like a frail boat | L |
and that the passions like the waves roll | I |
and toss me about ' But my inner voice | I |
answered me 'You are a mail boat | L |
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Make speed through the angry waves | I |
heavy with ice to all those people | I |
who have been seperated by the ice | I |
who are waiting to get in touch again | S |
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And like the first sign of the ship | T |
for which people waited so long | U |
carry onward the undying light | V |
of the duty that links us together | Q |
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And along the foaming arctic sea of life | W |
through all the ice and against the nor'wester | Q |
carry with you those mailbags | I |
full of hopelessness and hopes | I |
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But remember as you hang on the whistle | I |
as soon as the storms die down | X |
steamers real ships | I |
will go through these waters not afraid anymore | Y |
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And the fishermen standing up in the barges | I |
will look admiringly at them | Z |
and their sleek velvety whistles | I |
and make them forget your husky voice | I |
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But you with the stink of fish and blubber | Q |
don't lower your rigging gloomily | I |
You've done the job on schedule | I |
Be happy then You are the mail cutter ' | - |
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Thus the inner voice spoke to me | I |
impressing upon me the burden of prophecy | I |
And amid the white night of the Arctic Ocean | A2 |
somehow it was all morning for me | I |
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I didn't think enviously | I |
of someone else covered with honours | I |
I was simply happy that a few things | I |
also depended on me | I |
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And covered in someone's fur coat | L |
I was dependent on so much | B2 |
and like that letter from Vanka Zhukov | W |
I dozed on heaps of other letters | I |
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Translated by Tina Tupikina Glaessner Geoffrey Dutton and Igor Mezhakoff Koriakin | A2 |
Yevgeny Yevtushenko
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