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.
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Scheme | AXBX ACXC XDXD BEXE |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 585 |
Words | 107 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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