Those born in obscure times <br />Do not remember their way. <br />We, children of Russia's frightful years <br />Cannot forget a thing. <br /> <br />Incinerating years!, do you bring tidings <br />of madness or of hope? <br />The days of war, the days of freedom <br />Have left a bloody sheen on our faces. <br /> <br />There is a muteness - the tocsin bell <br />Has made us close our lips. <br />In our hearts, once so ardent, <br />There is a fateful emptiness. <br /> <br />Let the croaking ravens <br />Take flight above our deathbed - <br />O Lord, O Lord, may those more worthy than us, <br />Behold Thy kingdom!<br /><br />Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/those-born-in-obscure-times/
