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 A2

The ice had not even begun to breakA
no boat could possibly sail yetB
but the letters lay in a pile at the post officeC
with all their requests and instructionsD
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Among them trying vainly to leaveE
in the scrawls of fishermenF
were reproaches complaints criesG
awkward confessions of loveH
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In vain the huskies gazed out to seaI
searching the waves through the fogJ
lying like gray hillocksI
on the bottoms of overturned boatsI
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But like a ghost dreamed upK
from the desperate monotonyI
the ice covered mail boatL
showed her gray mastsI
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She was beaten up and dirtyI
but to the fishing villageM
her chilly husky voiceI
sounded like the sweetest musicN
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And the gloomy sailors throwing us a lineO
to the shore like VikingsI
silently skillfullyI
carried canvas sacks full of people's soulsI
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And again the ship went out tiredlyI
her hull breaking the ice with difficultyI
and I sat in her dank holdP
among the piled sacksI
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Tormented I searched for an answerQ
with all my restless conscienceI
'Just what am I in factR
and where am I going '-
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Can it be I am like a frail boatL
and that the passions like the waves rollI
and toss me about ' But my inner voiceI
answered me 'You are a mail boatL
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Make speed through the angry wavesI
heavy with ice to all those peopleI
who have been seperated by the iceI
who are waiting to get in touch againS
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And like the first sign of the shipT
for which people waited so longU
carry onward the undying lightV
of the duty that links us togetherQ
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And along the foaming arctic sea of lifeW
through all the ice and against the nor'westerQ
carry with you those mailbagsI
full of hopelessness and hopesI
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But remember as you hang on the whistleI
as soon as the storms die downX
steamers real shipsI
will go through these waters not afraid anymoreY
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And the fishermen standing up in the bargesI
will look admiringly at themZ
and their sleek velvety whistlesI
and make them forget your husky voiceI
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But you with the stink of fish and blubberQ
don't lower your rigging gloomilyI
You've done the job on scheduleI
Be happy then You are the mail cutter '-
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Thus the inner voice spoke to meI
impressing upon me the burden of prophecyI
And amid the white night of the Arctic OceanA2
somehow it was all morning for meI
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I didn't think enviouslyI
of someone else covered with honoursI
I was simply happy that a few thingsI
also depended on meI
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And covered in someone's fur coatL
I was dependent on so muchB2
and like that letter from Vanka ZhukovW
I dozed on heaps of other lettersI
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Translated by Tina Tupikina Glaessner Geoffrey Dutton and Igor Mezhakoff KoriakinA2

Yevgeny Yevtushenko



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