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You Russian Poets
You Russian poets must write your lines in blood
For often that is all that is left to you
By invaders, revolutionaries, and
“The briefcase politician in his jeep” 1
Perhaps every Russian is a Pushkin
In frost and heat, in every deprivation
Plowing in the face of the enemy
Building civilization with frozen hands
And always shaping noble tetrameters
Into an eternal song of Russian spring
1 Yevtushenko, “Zima Junction”
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