A boat came in; the cliff was baked;
The noisy boat-chain fell and clanked on
The sand-an iron rattle-snake,
A rattling rust among the plankton.
And two got out; and from the cliff
I felt like calling down, 'Forgive me,
But would you kindly throw yourselves
Apart or else into the river?
Your miming is without a fault-
Of course the seeker finds the fancied-
But stop this playing with the boat!
Your model on the cliff resents it.'
Imitators
Boris Pasternak
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Poem topics: river, snake, model, forgive, fault, chain, iron, noisy, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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