Analysis of I grew. Foul weather, dreams, forebodings...
Boris Pasternak 1890 (Moscow) – 1960 (Peredelkino)
I grew. Foul weather, dreams, forebodings
Were bearing me - a Ganymede -
Away from earth; distress was growing
Like wings - to spread, to hold, to lead.
I grew. The veil of woven sunsets
At dusk would cling to me and swell.
With wine in glasses we would gather
To celebrate a sad farewell,
And yet the eagle's clasp already
Refreshes forearms' heated strain.
The days have gone, when, love, you floated
Above me, harbinger of pain.
Do we not share the sky, the flying?
Now, like a swan, his death-song done,
Rejoice! In triumph, with the eagle
Shoulder to shoulder, we are one.
Scheme | AXBX ACXC XDXD BEXE |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain (75%) |
Metre | 1111011 0101010 011101110 11111111 11011101 11111101 110101110 110011 010101010 01001101 011111110 01110011 111101010 11011111 010101010 10110111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 585 |
Words | 107 |
Sentences | 10 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 28 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 111 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 26 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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