Here—now—our age of socialism! <br />Here in the thick of life below. <br />Today in the name of things to be <br />Into the future forth we go. <br /> <br />Like Georgia shining in her beauty, <br />Like a land of light by open seas, <br />It beckons-veiled within a mist <br />Of wild surmise and theories. <br /> <br />There mothers of Putivl no more <br />Lament like cuckoos their dismay; <br />There joy no longer looks askance <br />In fear, but walks abroad by day. <br /> <br />There life and happiness converse <br />Together, free from hate and strife, <br />All joined to give their saving strength <br />And stay to every child and wife. <br /> <br />There men no longer by exchange <br />Compute the things they have or owe, <br />But gladly spend themselves in giving- <br />The all they have, the all they know. <br /> <br />Then let my message overtake <br />This wondrous age in history: <br />O may my children in their gladness <br />Out of the future answer me!<br /><br />Boris Pasternak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-now-our-age-of-socialism/
