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And You, My Friends Who Have Been Called Away
(12 October 1875 - 1 December 1947 / Warwickshire, England)

And You, My Friends Who Have Been Called Away

And you, my friends who have been called away,
I have been spared to mourn for you and weep,
Not as a frozen willow over your memory,
But to cry to the world the names of those who sleep.
What names are those!
I slam shut the calendar,
Down on your knees, all!
Blood of my heart,
The people of Leningrad march out in even rows,
The living, the dead : fame can't tell them apart.

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A nice way to imagine impending death. Heading for a star! A thoughtful write!