Poem
Izi Charik
1930
Who cares if eternity won’t know me,
if no one ever watches my footsteps—
but now, right now, when hearts are burning,
I come with fists in my song.
Of course I’d like to sing myself away,
to cry out all my hurting with the wind—
but, though I would not find that hard, I cannot,
when life bears down too much on everyone.
The stars are not—till…
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