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Boris Pasternak - Imitators
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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.`
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