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Solzhenitsyn at Harvard
Some prophets spoke before the thrones of kings
And others at the gates of Jerusalem
One stood upon a rock and split the sea
And others heard God in the soft, soft wind
A prophet of our time at a table stood
Before a cafeteria table draped in cloth
Fronted a trinity of microphones
And split complacency that rainy day
Umbrellas were dripping, the sky was low
A prophet spoke to us, and we did not know
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