Here you will find the Poem Imitators of poet Boris Pasternak
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.'